Peace.

This is a season that is usually pretty sad for me.  My dad's birthday is March 14th and the anniversary of his passing is April 3rd.  I went to see him this Sunday because I had just left the funeral of his father-in-law, Grandpa Koblitz.  I also had gone to a prayer experience Saturday that kind of dug some deep gunk out of my heart that I had no idea I had been carrying around since he passed away.  I guess I just wanted to stop by and tell him about it.  That both of us can be free from the mess that was left behind. 

As I was kneeling down I saw someone out of the corner of my eye walking behind me on the road.  He had a hoodie on, a hat and was carrying a backpack.  I assumed he would just keep walking but he started to approach me.  For some reason, even though he looked like he could have been up to no good I didn't feel like he had any intention of harming me.  He asked me if I needed a tissue and started to ask me about my dad.  Then he started quoting scripture about how beautiful the place he's in now is.  About how we'd all meet there someday.  Talk about blowing stereotypes away.  How beautiful was it that God sent one of my brothers in Christ to me to comfort me that day.  To reassure me that we're everywhere.  We all have sorrow, but we all have hope.  We all know what's being prepared for us.  We need each other, we've been given each other.  I was so thankful for that reminder in this boy who looked to be maybe 20 years old.  He let me be and made his way to visit his uncle that had passed 8 years ago. 

How sweet it is to have peace.