A Norvell Note for December 13, 2021
Vol. 24 No. 48
December 10, 2021
On September 10, we said goodbye to Norah Lee. She was seven years old. That was three months ago.
On December 10 in 1964, we said goodbye and buried my mother. She was forty-four years old. That was fifty-seven years ago.
I realized a long time ago that my emotions take a nosedive every year just before or on December 8. So if I’m thinking clearly, I will remember it’s coming and prepare as much as possible to feel a little blue, some years very low-spirited, and experience some level of depression.
This year was no different. I kept an eye on the calendar. The emotions came as expected, and then came Friday the 10th. Memories flooded my soul—images of my childhood and those of my granddaughter.
I was sinking lower and lower until I thought about them being in heaven. Of course, I do not claim to know what heaven is or is not like, but I saw them sitting together on a bench by a peaceful stream in my imagination. Norah looked up at my mother, and my mother looked down at her. They were holding hands and smiling.
I found peace as I sat quietly with those thoughts.
I take comfort in these words.
Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Revelation 21:1-4)
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