The very last thing Faye did in this life was to run a mug of the water she loved to drink. She managed to turn the tap off before her mug overflowed and then her sweet heart stopped.
In the very next instant she was in the presence of Jesus and able to drink from the sweetest water she had ever tasted.
I am happy for her. Truly, I am. I'm entirely confident she is alive today in the presence of Jesus.
But my continues to ache. And I don't believe there is any contradiction in that.
To grieve and to rejoice simultaneously is a paradox but not a contradiction.
I rejoice for her, but I miss her.
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