Funeral Procession

On the 134 freeway.
Coming up on Forest Lawn Memorial Park and Mortuary.
Watching the funeral procession in the slow lane.
Glancing at each car I pass, wondering which family member or friend they lost.
Feeling sorrow for each one, not quite understanding the pain they must be feeling.
As I get closer to the front, I finally see the hearse.
And for the first time in my life, I feel a sense of excitement for the person who died.
Because of the possibility that they are on their way to the most perfect place imaginable.
Of course it makes it easier because I don't know the person who is now gone.
But I pray that they are on their way to meet Him.
And I daydream of how lucky I am that one day I will be there, too.

I have been listening to Something Changed by Sara Groves a lot lately. Good stuff, you should check it out.

Something changed inside me broke wide open all spilled out
Till I had no doubt that something changed
Never would have believed it till I felt it in my own heart
In the deepest part the healing came

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can't afford it
But it's mine

Something so amazing in a heart so dark and dim
When a wall falls down and the light comes in

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can't afford it
But it's mine