Eternally yours

When Karen was asked by her daughter during those last few days, "Mom do you know where you are going?"
Karen piped up, "Why yes I do, I accepted Jesus when I was a little girl and I'm going to heaven."
Karen even taught Sunday school in her younger years at a community chapel. And then somewhere along the way she went astray. While she was a the kindest person you would ever meet with sparkly blue caring eyes, something must have been missing. Maybe she wasn't discipled with an elder or maybe she was hurt. Maybe she just didn't have the time to get things really right. Whatever the reason, those words that I was starving to hear about my aunt were there and so was God's mercy on me. Maybe he stirred my heart for another reason. Maybe he just really wanted me to drop everything and make sure I was able to let her know in person what she meant to me. Maybe she had to teach me something, something I needed to hear. Why should I assume that she needed me? During my aunt's funeral I did learn something. I learned that I need to be more accutely aware that I'm not exactly sure what's in God's plan, but that he loves us enough to give us eternal security. Once saved always saved. Even when we walk away for a while, he's always there. Even when we think we don't have time to be Christians, he's got the time to be our savior even at the end and he'll be waiting for us at the gate. Now that's pretty awesome!