a year, just the beginning of eternity

It's now been a year since the passing of my dear Grandpa Zwiep. He was truly a man of God. It was amazing to see, after he died, all of the people who he had impacted. At each visitation and at the funeral the rooms were overflowing with people. People who were there to support those of us who lost our dear grandpa, father, brother, or husband, and those who were there to mourn with us. But looking back on this year, and the way that God has worked in all of our lives, especially my Grandma's, I cannot help but sing praise to the Father in Heaven. Since I'm on this grace kick, I have seen the ultimate grace that was shown through my Grandpa's death. Grandpa went to Heaven to be with Jesus, his Lord, and there is no greater love or measure of grace than that. And now I am thinking of him, one year after seeing him in person for the last time, picturing him worshipping at the feet of his Father. What a beautiful picture to have. I will always miss him, and selfishly wish he could still be here with me, but I am so happy for him that he is no longer sick or in pain, but living forever in the presence of his King.