And all three of my munchkins agree!
Me and the kids spent the last week at my Grandparents for my Grandpa's funeral. It was a l-o-n-g 10 whole hours of a trip. My honey of a husband drove us all the way there and then hopped a plane back. It was good to see family. My dad hadn't seen my kids for almost a year, so I'm just grateful that we all got to be together.
My Grandpa's funeral was everything he would have wanted it to be. It was simple and so beautiful. His favorite songs were played and I balled like a baby through the slide show. His funeral glorified his Jesus, just as his life did. He had always wanted me to sing "Beulah Land" for his funeral, but I really couldn't keep it together enough to sing. I read him my letter instead and I asked the one thing I knew my Grandpa would have wanted to ask...
"Do you know where you will go when you die?"
Because you can know. My Grandpa did. He breathed his last breath while the song "The Hills of Heaven are Calling Me" played on his recorder. He went home to be with his closest Friend, his beloved King. Jesus was his everything.
There is a small bible tucked in the console of my Grandpa's car. One of the pages is folded in, and this one verse is outlined with his pen,
"...if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." Romans 10: 9
Jesus promises heaven to all who confess with their mouth that he is Lord and believe in him--the Son of God.
As I was writing this, I felt the Holy Spirit whisper to me,
"What are you confessing with your mouth today?
Are you confessing "Jesus is Lord" over your children?
Are you confessing "Jesus is Lord" over your marriage?
Are you confessing "Jesus is Lord" over your everyday doings?"
Oh, Jesus, help me to proclaim you as Lord over every area of my life! Thank you for giving me the promise of heaven. Thank you for giving us all the certainty that
We can know where our eternal home will be.
And there's no place like home sweet home...