“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
My
cousin Carol who is a nurse, told me she was comforting a family of a 63
year-old patient dying of colon cancer in the hospital who asked why their
loved one was dying so soon when there was so much still to experience.
Carol explained to the family that each life was a book in God's library, which
once the story ended, was put back on the library shelf. She said that
stories in each book could be retold and honored by each of us when remembering
our loved ones.
I
thought Carol's story was a beautiful metaphor for our earthly life.
When we write our stories, even when written as short stories, they can be
reread as a beloved book continuing to change other lives. But I believe
God would never leave our own dreams sitting unfinished on a library shelf.
Heaven is where our bodies and soul are renewed, our heart's desires are
fulfilled, and the story never ends.
