Just as I am without one plea, but that thy blood was shed for me, and that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come. Death, a troubling and unnatural event, brings sorrow and casts a shadow over our existence, reminding us of the fragility of life and the seeming finality of losing a loved one. Yet, in the face of such despair, Jesus offers a profound invitation: "Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me." This belief is not merely intellectual assent but a deep, trusting faith in the truth of God's word and the reality of Jesus' promises. This trust is our antidote to heartache, anchoring us in the knowledge of God's goodness and the redemptive power of Christ's death, which conquers the permanence of death itself. As we mourn our beloved Phyllis, we are reminded that through Jesus, death does not have the last word; rather, it is a passage to a new existence in God's eternal presence. In this assurance, we find not only comfort but a call to live in the light of eternal truth, trusting that our temporary sufferings pale in comparison to the glory that awaits us in Christ, who prepares a place for us in His Father's house, ensuring that our end is not oblivion but a continuation in His loving embrace.