There have been wild thunderstorms in the night as Summer slowly gives way to Autumn. I am on the cusp of another year lived with and without the ones I love. Shorter days and longer nights will bring cooler temperatures and a longing to share the seasons with my dear ones who have crossed over to the other side. It is always this way for me.
Last night, I woke to a flash of light, then thunder, and I wondered in the dark what it was like in the instant Christ woke in the tomb. Do our loved ones suddenly wake after falling asleep to this life, only to find themselves in the land of saints? I suppose everything makes perfect sense then and fits together in ways it never could here. Then they know. They know.
I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night, my heart instructs me. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because God will not abandon me to the realm of the dead. – (Psalm 16:7, 9-10)