Yesterday, Jonathan and I were privileged to attend the funeral of a precious man of God, Gabe Stover. He passed away unexpectedly on Saturday, leaving his dear wife, Amy and their unborn daughter, Eden Gabriella behind.
Since we first heard the news, I know so many who have been burdened for Amy’s and Gabe’s families. I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed for Amy as she faces not only life without her husband and best friend, but also as she raises their daughter on her own.
The service was amazing. It is so wonderful to see how Christians mourn. It’s actually more of a celebration, to be honest. Our precious Jesus has made the way for us! He has conquered death and the grave! Gabe’s testimony was flawless for his Savior. Amy was so strong. I know it was God upholding her.
But the thing that I remember most and that shook me to my core was her letter. She wrote a letter to be read by her pastor. Of course, she talked about how much she loved her husband and how much she will miss him. But then, she said that she was so thankful that God had given her the gift of Gabe as her husband. She praised God for giving her the time she had with him and knew it was a precious treasure.
I have never really stopped to think of my husband as a gift on loan from God. I’ve known that my children are. They are given to us for a season, to raise and train for Him. I’ve given them and their time on earth to the Lord. But I’ve always pictured my husband as being there for my entire life’s journey. I never considered Jonathan as a gift from God, given to me for the time that God sees fit. It’s a sobering thought to think…that your husband may be taken from you.
But the Lord is so good to us, and I am not fearful thinking that my life will be without purpose or hope if He chooses to take Jonathan to Heaven. My purpose and hope are found in Christ…and He never changes! There is no variableness or shadow of turning in Him! Life may be painful and full of despair at times, but my hope is built on nothing less than Jesus blood and righteousness.
I left that funeral with the reminder that even my precious husband is a gift…nothing I deserve or have earned. Simply, a gift.
And…every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. James 1:17