Today, my grandma wakes up in her new home, heaven.
It was a drizzly rainy day all day. On my drive back home from the airport after dropping my mom off for her flight to Korea, I couldn’t stop crying. I now realize that I was mourning in grief during that hour-long drive home. It started raining the day I heard about my grandma’s immediate death. For three long days, it rained. The sky thickly covered with dark clouds. I don’t think I could have withstood bright sunny weather.
Just as a promise coming down from heaven, the sun is in forecast today. The promise of Jesus gives me so much hope and peace. And it is my prayer that many remaining people without the hope of Jesus and His kingdom will get to know the truth in their hearts. There is nothing stronger than the truth of Jesus in this dark, grieving world.
I am relieved to hear that my mom got to see her mom, my grandma, before her death. My mom was literally walking into her hospital bed right before my grandma left this world. I think my grandma was waiting to see her eldest daughter, her confident, her closest ally. And now, I know that I have my closest ally in heaven, right at home with Jesus. See you later, grandma. Rest in peace until then. May the joy of the Lord be with you every moment of your eternity.