Tuesday I was praying for an older brother in the church who was in a coma. When I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence and could almost hear the invisible choir. Literally almost hear it. The light, the joy – and my heart sang. In an instant I knew he was going home, and that there would be great rejoicing. And I felt myself longing for that place. To hear those voices sing, to see my God face to face.
I have been blessed to be surrounded by such strong men and women of God. I know that the passing of the generations above me will be painful, yet such joy in the thought of them hearing that voice say “well done, good and faithful servant.”