Oh to know that type of peace. It was not the peace only to be found on a sunny day with the flowers blooming. It was the peace before the storm, the peace in the middle of the storm and the peace that could not be touched by the storm. Her God, her Comforter was bigger.
Her one desire was to be used for her wonderful loving Father in life or in death.
Death's cold tomb may hold her body.
But the chains are broken. She will rise, for our Lord's tomb is empty.