WITHIN REACH

The last time I saw my sister, Mary, she was reaching up to Heaven with an open hand.

A hand that had once formed a fist clenched tight with angry questions that God refused to answer. "Why me? Why us? Why now?"

And that fist fought through hell to stay here.

Yet, in the end, she let go and took hold of the gentle hand of her Savior when He arrived to escort her to paradise.

Because even when human arms fall short of grasping His ways, we can trust that Jesus alone holds the treasures we seek.

And He will lay them in our open hands when our strength is finally gone.

A bouquet of freshly picked promises gathered on His way to meet His beloved, blossoms fragrant with eternity.

And with the last of the world exhaled from our lungs, we can bury our noses deep in the petals and inhale every true desire of the human heart-unfading peace, love, and joy.

Because God withholds nothing good from His children, especially Himself.

When you reach for Him, you find Him waiting to take your hand, pull you close, and carry you Home.

"What no one ever saw or heard, what no one ever thought could happen, is the very thing God prepared for those who love him."

1 Corinthians 2:9, GNT