She fell asleep today. As the clock struck out the first hour of the new day, her last breath breathed out.
No more pain.
No more struggle.
Just rest. Quiet, peaceful rest.
The next thing she hears will be the sound of trumpets. The next face she sees will be Jesus’ face. The next thing she knows will be a brand new body with no cancer, no scars, no pain.
I’m happy for her. I’m happy that she can rest now.
But for those of us who are still awake, it is a sad day. We miss her. So very much.
So now we are waiting on the trumpets.
Until Morning, Auntie Lauren.
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Lauren Harding Douglas
P.s this is not the post I planned to open out the year with weeks ago. My aunt’s sudden decline was something no amount of knowing prepares you for. She passed away Wednesday morning. Please keep her daughter and the family in prayer. It was a third blow to our family this year and the hardest. Thankful for the blessed hope.
I will be back soon. I have so many ideas brewing, and things to say!
