The last enemy to be destroyed is death  (1 Corinthians 15:26).

The older I get

The more people I lose

The more I rejoice in this verse.

How many times have you heard, or read, or said, that someone, “Lost their battle,” with disease or injury–basically with death.

And we hear the words, “Death, where is your victory?”

Right here, in this room

“Death, where is your sting?”

Right here, in this heart

It’s hard to imagine death as anything other than inevitable

invincible

inescapable. 

But even death will bow

Even death will confess.

Until then, we wait in hope, and we endure in mercy, and we rest in promise.

Rest in the promise today, Beloved.

Happy Tuesday