The grass is so much greener in Heaven than it is here. When we emerge from our earthly chrysalis, we fly up to Heaven like exotic butterflies. I'm sure Lisa is one of the most colorful and beautiful.
I lift up Pastor Robert to You, along with the rest of us earthly caterpillars. Please give him the gifts of victory over death, and his grief, swallowed up in joy.
I ask this in Your name, Jesus,