This afternoon, Laura and I are attending the memorial service of our friend Jill. She was the author of the blog Altered, which is one of the featured blogs in my sidebar. We’ve known Jill since we arrived in Greenville last May, when she gave her testimony at Christ’s Church. She immediately made an impact on us, just like she did for hundreds (if not thousands) of others. We were blessed to have known Jill these last few months. Although Laura and I (and so many others) are deeply saddened that she’s gone, we know she wouldn’t want to come back for anything, because she’s now with Jesus.
My two oldest daughters loved Jill. Whenever they’d go visit her, their eyes would light up. It didn’t matter that Jill was in her electric wheelchair, they simply loved her. When we told them that Miss Jill was now in heaven with Jesus, my oldest girl smiled. My middle girl teared up, then smiled through her tears.
Jill’s raw honesty was refreshing. She never shied away from telling you if she was happy, mad, afraid, or excited. She never “spiritualized” her suffering with cheesy Christian platitudes. Although she expressed her doubts and fears, she always returned to her faith in the One who promised, at His return, to raise her once-crippled body and make it new–free of ALS, free to walk, free from sin, free to run.
In her final days, friends were encouraged to comment on her blog or send her emails, which her husband and children would read to her. I couldn’t think of any more appropriate last words to her than this: You’re almost home.
Now she is.