Entered the gates this week – there is NO doubt in my mind that he heard the words he longed to hear, “Well done, My good and faithful servant, enter into My eternal rest!”
- his love for people
- his wood-working talent
- his generosity
- his faithfulness
- his kindness
- his Guatemalan suspenders loaned to my son for senior pictures
- an oak framed mirror in our dining room – “scrumped” from his treasure trove of Thomasville castoffs in his garage
- his devotion to Jesus Christ
He is home. No longer a pilgrim. He has seen HIS face.
Well done, J.C., well done.
The flowers planted at the grave deep within the believer’s heart are love, hope, faith, joy, and peace. (Streams in the Desert | April 25)