Our Rose

Wife, Mother, and Friend: Life is a Vapour

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow.

For what is your life?

It is even a vapour,

That appeareth for a little time,

and then vanisheth away.

~James 4:14~

A special friend is a gift from God. 

We don't know how long a friend will be in our life. 

Today, 

Hug your husband in a sweet embrace,

Squeeze your children closer,

And hug your friend tight,

Yet, with a hand opened to God's will.

Over the years, many friends have moved away. 

Or I have moved. 

My sweet friend, Melissa, has moved to her eternal home in Heaven where there is no more pain, no sorrow, but instead victory and joy.

• Melissa loved the Lord Jesus Christ with all her heart. 
• Her life reflected Christ.
• She dearly loved her husband and best friend.
• She loved her six children (8-23yo) dearly and would do anything in guiding them to walk with the Lord.
• She was loved by many, many friends.
• She had the ministry of a smile. A big smile. She would laugh at the funny and tough things in life.
• She was brave and courageous and fought the fight well. 
• I know that God will say to her, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."

Be sure your life reflects Jesus Christ and that in all you do you glorify the Lord because none of us know what today will bring.

God saw she was getting tired

And a cure was not to be,

So He put His arms around her

And whispered, "Come with Me,"

With tearful eyes we watched her suffer

And saw her fade away,

Although we loved her dearly

We could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating

Hard working hands to rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

Our Rose

As beauty ripens,

   Must death invade?

The grasses wither;

   The flower fade?

The Lord has taken

   Our rose away;

'Twas He who gave it,

   We can't say Nay.

And memory hallows

   Her lingering scent

That sweetly eases

   Our sore lament.

The pain of parting

   Was not our choice,

But that we knew her

   We still rejoice.

Our rose so fragrant

   Who left behind

The lovely savour

   Of Christ's own mind;

Our rose, so gentle,

   So loved, so sweet,

Will make our Savior

   An offering meet.

Though tears and sorrow

   Surround her grave,

We thank Him deeply

   For what He gave.

Nita Brainard

August 23, 2012

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