We bury my mother today.
The day I have been dreading for years.
Yet as I think about what it will be like to stand beside her gravesite, I keep picturing the angel at Jesus' tomb after his resurrection, who said, "He is not here. He is risen."
It is solely because of this resurrection that we can have hope on a day like today, and the assurance that Mom is not here. She is with her risen Lord.
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