My brother and I are in the process of dealing with my mother’s estate. It really isn’t that bad, but for me it feels strange. A person’s life is reduced to a few possessions and papers to be disbursed or sold off. Somehow it feels like there should be more. Maybe it is just wishful thinking on my part, but I don’t want my life to be a few papers that I left behind and a few meager possessions.
For me, I hope that there really is more. I hope that life is light. Life is that light of God within all of us and that just as God is eternal so is that light of God within all of us. I want to believe that when the body turns to ash and all the possessions and papers are disbursed there’s still something that goes on. That spirit of God and love that existed when the person was alive somehow goes on, somehow becomes part of the universe, somehow goes back to God. I don’t know how any of it works, but I have to believe that it can’t be just possessions and papers. There’s a spirit inside of me that been longing to connect to God all my life. It’s what my life is all about. I will spend the rest of my life knowing that my faith in that connection is what my life worth living and gives my life meaning beyond just a few possessions.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
