The Last Goodbye
Jose came to the stadium for the final time yesterday.
To say we're brokenhearted is just such an unfair and vast understatement.
We have such high hopes that at the very end of his time here on Earth - with stories of the Lord at work pouring in regarding his final week of life - that he gave his life to Christ. I keep begging "please, Jesus," over and over in my head. Please, Jesus. Please let him be with You.
While we hope with expectation that we may see him once more, we're met with a huge burden in our hearts at the loss of our friend. Even the skies are filled with grief. Oh my heart. You can't make this stuff up. I pray you're resting in the arms of Jesus, Jose.
Goodbye from Marlins Park, 2016.
Last night's game was our season finale at Marlins Park. It was mostly a bitter goodbye, but the resilience, courage, and strength of this team while wading the waters of horrific grief was a sweet treasure. I never imagined our first full season ending this way. We are more exhausted than ever before and in need of great rest. Thankfully, our hearts at least have rest in the Lord and that is always enough to get us through. Praise God for his glory on display this season and especially in this last week. I'm looking forward to writing all about it tomorrow. But for now, it's past two o'clock AM in Miami and I have an entire condo to pack up and move alone by 3:30 tomorrow afternoon, as Adam is in DC for his final series against the Nationals. Pray for just a bit more endurance and maybe for extra strong muscles and a light breeze tomorrow.
(The photos of the funeral procession above are not mine. I found them on Google Images)
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