Plan and Purpose

 i know the words of Scripture, trust and believe. And i do. Believe. That God has a plan and purpose. Life. And death. Our souls in eternity. Still, like a spoiled child, i stomp my feet and pout wanting my Gary here with me. And my Mother, and brother. To hear Mom’s voice, like she used to do, telling me to take a deep breath, to be still and know that all will be well. And my husband with his confidence, and conviction giving me confidence, too. And my brother with his sweetness and easy laughter making me laugh. 

For the first time in my life i live alone. Figuring things out on my own. But then i remember, except for God. He who is always near, and will see me through. Until one day, some day i will meet up again with those i love dear… and His great glory

                                            

                                     

Music to Words

                                

                                

If only to compose music to words i write

What tune would it carry? Lilting and sweet 

A song of beauty

uplifting the soul; of thanks and hope and being grateful 

Caring, sharing, fairing one well. To inspire.

Dancing to the music and singing out loud

Laughter.

To create, and celebrate 

Fellowship and friendship

Family forever

To hold hands, and share love

one to another 

In a circle unbroken

in a circle unbroken

Woven round and round

and inside out

On earth, and in Heaven

Never to end

never to end 

Love, family and friends

Are There Balloons in Heaven? (Updated)

 September 4. Today would be my brother Walt’s 67th birthday, but I wonder how old he would be in Heaven? Is he ageless? Or forever young? Does he look like the carefree, happy fellow from days of his youth, or like the mature, handsome man he was when departing this earth at age 55?

Is he celebrating with saints and angels, and our beloved Mother, Lenora and my husband, Gary; with grandparents, aunts and uncles and cherished family friends gathered together in the celestial realm? Are there balloons and presents, or are such things only for this time and place?

Is he looking through Heaven’s window? and smiling to see his dear Dad, and all those who love him still. Remembering him, recalling the joy he brought into our life. I have a strong feeling the answer is yes; not only smiling, but loving us back.

I’m sure Heaven is lit up a little brighter today, and the Angelic choir in joyous harmony as they sing Happy Birthday to my little brother. And the gift he receives? The perfect gift of Eternal life; seeing the Savior face to face. Renewal. Restoration. Made whole. Reunion with those he loved, and who loved him. Like David of old, I picture Walt dancing for joy; and our sweet Mother and Gary rejoicing, and dancing with him.

                                                          

*Happy Heavenly Birthday, Walt! Give Mom and Gary a hug from me

** The original of this blog published September 2017. Since then both my Mother and husband have passed through Heaven’s door. This updated blog reflects that