My Grandfather's death came unexpected to me. Maybe not unexpected to his medical doctors or to anyone of the many heart surgeons whose care he was under, but to me unexpected.
My Grandparents are as faithful to God as they come. In fact in all my life I have only come in contact with very few people who seem to have that same level of closeness to God. They have been married for 65 years. All these years I have watched, listened, and been taught by them. The life they lead was the best teacher though. That is what they excel in, teaching by example. My Grandparents moved here to Alabama when they were 69 years old. They moved here because God told them to. Left their established comfortable life in Texas and moved here to help my Mom, who was a single Mom, raise three teenage girls. They didn't know at the time but the move it was very important, it was for them to save my life through God. It was a rough start, but I listened, watched, and they taught through example. A couple of years later I finally caught on. God moved in my life and I have never been the same.
As I sat in the hospital room with my Gran Gran, Mom, two sisters, husband, and brother in-law we watched my Paw Paw breathe his lasts breaths and pass from this world into heaven. It was unexpected. We are a family of faith. In a moment like that when you and your family and church family have been standing and praying and interceding, and something like that happens defeat is the most dominate feeling in the room. Udder defeat. At least for me. Everyone was heart broken. My Gran Gran was pitiful. Then I heard her small still voice speak, "Jesus You are still Lord." How could she have the faith to say that in that moment? How could you have just lost everything that was anything to you and be strong enough to speak those words.
Even though I might not have had enough faith that day to say what she said in that moment, she was right. Jesus is still Lord.
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow--not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love.
You see when you are a Spirit filled faith believing positive confessing family a death like this is hard to except. It's not what we wanted, prayed for, hoped for, or stood for. It was unexpected to our spirits. It blindsided us. It happened though. The outcome doesn't make us less closer to God or weak in our faith. It's just a question mark. We don't know why. We will probably never know why unless God chooses to reveal it to us.
One thing we do know is the testimony of my Gran Gran through this all. That on my Paw Paw's death bed she could hold her head up and say what no one else was strong enough to say, "Jesus is still Lord." What faith. What an example.
For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed.
1 Corinthians 15:55
Death, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting?
Jesus is still Lord!