And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died.
1st Thessalonians 4:13-18 NLT
Today, the family and friends of David James Haynes laid his earthly body to rest next to the grave of his beloved Mary, wife of 59 years, and just a few yards from the headstone defining the four short years of his granddaughter, Jenna.
Since Thursday night when D.J. died, I have heard or read countless tributes, laughed and cried at remembered stories, but mostly, I have tried to figure out how I will fill the void that is left by the death of one of the most godly men I've ever known in my life...and I know I am not the only one.
I remember spending nights at Shelia and Don's after D.J. and Miss Mary moved in with them. I would lay in the spare bedroom next to their room and listen as D.J. and Miss Mary touched heaven with their prayers for their family and loved ones. When I confided to Shelia (their daughter, my friend) how amazing that was to hear, she told me that's what she heard every night when she was growing up.
Was D.J. a perfect man? No, he wasn't, and he'd be the first to tell you that. But what he was, was a man who steadfastly followed Christ and expected you to do the same. One who never gave up when life didn't go his way. One who when faced with adversity ALWAYS chose God. A man who lived humbly before Christ and taught the generations after him to do the same. A TRUE champion of the faith.
I can take you to the exact spot in their house and tell you what he was wearing when, upon finding out that both my parents had already died, D.J. proclaimed me to be "Daughter #4" after Shelia and Letha, his daughters, and after Judy, his daughter-in-law, and told me he would pray for me as his own.
D.J. loved to talk and tell stories and somehow, the conversation would always give God glory. After any time spent with Shelia and her family, I always came away richer in my knowledge of the Lord, with more wisdom for how to walk this walk, and always - ALWAYS - feeling loved, feeling safe, and knowing I was covered.
Son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, elder, and greater friend. Strong in body and in mind and a giant in the faith. I wanted to write such a great tribute here that you would be able to grasp at least an inkling of the man that D.J. was, but as I sat here remembering, I realized I don't have to. His legacy is exquisitely written in the lives of his family. D.J. lived his life in tribute to his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and it is Christ who will fill any void left in those of us who remain.
Prayer:
Father,
Thank You for the people You lovingly bring into our lives to enrich us beyond wealth, to teach us beyond degrees, and to help us hold fast to Your promises. I pray, Father, that D.J and Mary's legacy will live and remain in all their generations until Jesus comes. May it be soon. In Jesus' Name we pray. Amen
Prayer:
Father,
Thank You for the people You lovingly bring into our lives to enrich us beyond wealth, to teach us beyond degrees, and to help us hold fast to Your promises. I pray, Father, that D.J and Mary's legacy will live and remain in all their generations until Jesus comes. May it be soon. In Jesus' Name we pray. Amen