Peace and Joy Comes in the Morning

I feel like I have so much to say I just don't know where to start. Our dad transitioned this week out of the body into arms of Christ. It's something about knowing God and knowing who He is that gives me peace about all this. God is merciful and I feel we were being prepared for such a time as this. The last day I spent time with my dad was a good day. I listen to my brothers talk about some of the thing's dad talked to them about and quickly realized that dad prepare all of us in the manor we needed to be prepare for such a time as this. Our dad was who he needed to be when he needed to be, He was a loving father and grandfather. A father to the fatherless a friend to the friendless, I employer to the unemployed. He has a heart of gold and built a legacy that will last forever. Now growing up wasn't always easy but I find peace in knowing that our dad always did his best and had good intentions. Our dad is a mighty man of God. I like making comparisons between the life of Jesus and my life, Jesus's natural father was a carpenter so is mine. Jesus was a servant leader, and our dad was a servant leader which I know he instilled that into us as well. Good job good and faithful servant is what I know my dad heard. He was obedient God said be fruitful and multiply my dad did that. I am joyful and at peace with my dad going home to glory. Death is not the end just the end of his assignment his purpose here in the natural. Dad is loved and will be missed, but God, Dad is with the Father and that's everything. Weeping endures for a night, but joy comes in the morning.