"I Looked"

I stood up in my stirrups,

And looked across the way,

And there I saw my mother,

She’d been gone just a day.

I hardly recognized her,

She was beautiful and young,

Her long hair dark and pretty,

And the horse she rode could run.

The sun was shining brightly,

Wind blowing cool and free,

And there galloping with her,

Was the Savior plain to see.

They were laughing and enjoying,

The joy of heaven’s bliss,

And I was just so thankful,

He did not let me miss,

How she looked and where she was,

And that she had gone home,

I praise the Lord for that sweet look,

The best I’ve ever known.

“And i am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life…” (Rom. 8:38, NLT)

Sometimes it feels like it, though. That life separates us from His love. Life stresses and compresses, harasses and hurts, threatens and sometimes does even worse than its threats. But it cannot separate us from His love. No way. Death makes us feel like that, too. It’s so final and hard to accept. But it can’t separate us either. Death can separate us from a person, but if we’re connected to God’s love and they are, too, we’re still connected to them. Nothing can separate us from God’s love, and that assurance is what keeps us going through it all.

Lord, help us know, beyond all doubt, that nothing can separate us from Your great love, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Bruce Greene, brucegreeneart.com. Used by permission. Thanks, Bruce, and God bless you.