She was not only my Godmother, but also our churchmate. Together with her husband, Pastor Rico, they faithfully served in our local church before God led them to minister in another congregation. Their lives reflected dedication, humility, and a deep love for the Lord’s work.
As I entered the chapel, the quiet hum of prayers filled the air. Though sorrow lingered, there was also a sense of peace. The gathering unexpectedly became a small reunion. I was able to greet fellow church members, share updates about our lives, and remember the good times we had shared through the years.
It reminded me of the words in Ecclesiastes 3:1-2: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die…” Truly, life is fleeting, and moments like these remind us to hold on to faith and to cherish the people God has placed in our lives.
As we shared stories about my Godmother, I was moved by how her faith and kindness left a lasting imprint on many. She lived a life that reflected 2 Timothy 4:7: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”
Though the wake was a solemn occasion, it also became a quiet celebration of life and faith—a reminder that death is not the end, but the beginning of eternal life with Christ. As Jesus said in John 11:25: “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.”
In the end, my Godmother’s passing brought not only grief, but also the blessing of reconnection—with friends, with family, and most importantly, with God’s promise of eternal life.
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