Yesterday we sang a worship song called Happy Day by Jesus Culture. I love when we sing "contemporary" worship songs in our church instead of "traditional" congregational songs. I don't say that to offend anybody, it's my style. The way I like to worship. The way I connect.  

I was singing the first verse. The chorus. The guitar strumming. The drums. We get to the second verse. Tears. 

When I stand, in that place
Free at last, meeting face to face
I am Yours, Jesus You are mine
Endless joy and perfect peace
Earthly pain finally will cease
Celebrate Jesus is alive, He is alive

Oh what a glorious day
What a glorious way
That you saved me
Oh what a glorious day
What a glorious name

I sent a text to Bernie to tell him what I just experienced. I couldn't even read the words again without tearing up. Even now.

I have been DEEPLY affected by the death of Doug.

Forever changed.

Doug claimed Jesus as friend and master. He stood in that place. Face to face with his creator. We prayed for peace and calm. Joy comes in the morning. The earthly pain, which I can't even begin to describe, ceased. He is finally alive!

I pray that I live a life worthy.