I feel like I am walking in the valley of death. In the last month or so I’ve known 4 people in the last month who have died. People I’ve known and loved and truly cared about. I’m tired of death.
I was exposed to death at a very young age, my mom died when I was 16 months old, I can remember going to a funeral at the age of 6. I can remember a friend of mine went to her first funeral when she was in her 30s, I remember being almost shocked by that. I don’t even cry sometimes, especially if they know Jesus. I only cried once at my gramma’s funeral and it was because I was hugging two beautiful young girls (Phyllis & Erica) who were crying, she was sick and she knew Jesus, sounds weird but there wasn’t much to cry about.
I’m saddened by death, but I know that death from earth is necessary. I know this. But death of your soul is not. There is life, there is hope, there is joy, there is Jesus. There is true life, life everlasting. When I am tired, and weak, when I am sad, I think of Jesus.
When I went to Christ the Good Shepherd we said Psalm 23 at every mass. I am thankful. I can say it without really thinking about it, etched into my heart.1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
I don’t know what will come of the next couple days, memorial services, funerals. But I do know that He guides me, loves me, and never leaves me. It may feel like I walk in the valley of death, but I have faith that I walk in true life.