Peace Be Still

I could not seem to fall asleep last night, and I was constantly thinking of my mother, and how she exited this world. There is constant reminder that she was here. When I walk into her room I can still smell her perfume. Her pillow still smells like the shampoo that she used to wash her hair. Her clothes are still hanging in the closet, and her journal is still on the desk by the window. Mother, had a sweet spirit, and this day reminds me of her warmth and love. We loved to sit and drink coffee on cold days like this, and she told me stories of her childhood with the family. I had a dream that she opened her eyes, and she had a sweet smile on her face. I have read scripture after scripture, and verse after verse that says how good God is. Yes, the Lord is good in every way that I can think of. God's beauty is evident even in the event of death. He comforts us, and he leads us to a place of peace. We can trust God in all th...