Pray aloud the words of this Lazaroo, in liberated trust:

“Then David rested with his fathers and was buried in the City of David.”
(1 Kings 2:10)

You say that so simply, Jesus…so elegantly.

But calling death “rest”…

could be angrily dismissed as a euphemism
by those who’ve lost loved ones

in agony.

That’s because we humans focus on the often painful process of dying.

Simply put: We don’t want to suffer!

I know I don’t.

But something tells me you’re not glossing over the ugliness of death

by calling it “rest.”

You don’t pretend anything.
You don’t shrink from reality.

You transform it.

You take charge of the roughest experiences life dishes out

then turn them into everlasting beauty –

not just with words! –

with solid, eternal reality.

Since David’s death brought him true, sweet rest

I can actually look forward to my time
whenever it comes

because just as you are David’s God

You
are
mine.

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Job 7:7-10; Job 19:25-27; Psalms 31:13-19; Psalms 116:15; Psalms 139:16; Isaiah 57:1-2; Daniel 12:13; Matthew 11:28-30; 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18; 1 John 2:17

What is Lazaroo?

Take Me Deeper

Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. NIV®. Copyright© 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved.