If what Scripture says is true: "Those who call on the name of the Lord {Jesus} will be saved." (Romans 10:13)And: "To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord." (2 Corinthians 5:8)
Then: My son is with God.
God.
God.
My son is with God.
And, if my son is with God, then I need to decide what to do with this God that my son is with. I need to figure out how to live the rest of the short days that I have on this earth until I meet this God. I get to quit crying, quit hurting, quit whining . . . because my son is with God.
God.
Trent knows what God looks like. He knows what Jesus' face looks like; what the nail holes and the scar on His side looks like; what His robe looks like; what heaven looks like; what Jesus' glory looks like; what the angel's look like; what the throne looks like.
What I can't imagine, Trent knows. He is with God . . .
With God.
Yet somehow my days still need to consist of feeding goats and choosing what's for supper, and ultimately trying to figure out how to glorify God in all of it.
I stand in awe: Trent is with God.
