Freedom is an interesting concept. There's many different meanings to freedom. The hostages that were freed from FARC this week in Columbia know a meaning to freedom that most won't.
Which, by the way, was an awesome story. I could read about it over and over and never tire. It's like a movie plot, but real. It's only a matter of time before it gets made into a movie a la Donnie Brasco.
This week I've learned a different meaning to freedom. My dear friend Rose went home to be with the Lord this weekend.
Rose and my mom have been good friends for 24 years. I've babysat her grandsons, tiptoed through the tulip festival with her and shared many laughs. She was a true encourager and a very compassionate woman.
God decided to call her home unexpectantly. She was only 65. Much too young by human standards.
Rose was planning to retire next year. She's held many mediocre jobs in her life and was looking forward to the day when she wouldn't have to anymore. She could travel to see her daughter and spend time with her grandkids.
God had a different plan. He decided to free Rose from that job earlier than she had planned. Why I don't understand why He decided it was Rose's time, I'm glad to know I'll see her again. Glad to know that she is with Him free from any of the sufferings on earth.
She's now with Kellen, her grandson. While I know I'll miss her and the friendship she shared with my mom, I'm so blessed I had the opportunity to know her. To spend time with her enjoying life.
John 8:36: So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.
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