Life is but a Vapor

I'm thinking of my Grandma Joan right now. As we speak, she lies in a hospital bed and at any moment is about to meet our Heavenly Father. Death is sad, it's a part of life, but me and my family have joy. Joy knowing that we will one day see her again.  She's going home, to perfection, no pain, eternal present with Jesus...to worship him for eternity. She can be everything she was made for...perfection.

How do you know what will happen tomorrow? For your life is like the morning fog - it's here a little while then gone the next. James 4:14

We love you Joan.