Eliza - Welcome Home! These people (and I consider myself one of them, but yet on the very lowest rung of the ladder - and I am OK with that because I am on the ladder) love you and yours very, very much. We continue to lift up you and yours. I admire your spirit - and, as you point out, the spirit of this group as well. We have ALL been called to a higher calling - to me, that is very clear. So often we get caught up in the here and now - but for those of us that have our anchor firmly set, this life is just a temporary beginning to the rest of eternity. For a moment, imagine that great, great great reunion that your DH experienced when he crossed over that river. Can you even imagine the sound of THAT "Welcome Home". Praise God! Praise God! Praise God!
I will tell a little story of my own and then close for now. My own Mother died of a massive heart attack at the ripe old age of 58. I was living 1700 miles away at the time and when she had an attack of angina (sp) two weeks before I listened to the counsel of others and chose (my choice) to not go at that time to see my Mother. Two weeks later I was on an airplane to attend her funeral. I was as mad as could be at God for letting this happen (the truth of the matter, my anger was mis-directed - it was my own choice not to go two weeks earlier). Anyway, my wife and I were on this airplane belonging to an airline on which we had never flown going to a place we had never flown to because we had to pick up a connecting flight due to the sudden need to be flying. In the seat back of the seat in front of me, someone had left a magazine. In that magazine, the author of an article was explaining the quilt story. The one where when we look at the back of a quilt we see a bunch of threads that seem to go nowhere but when we turn the quilt over we see just a beautiful finished product. The author was explaining that the quilt is like God's plan. We see the back side now, but will one day see the front side and have a much better understanding of God's plan. And I just started bawling. How did God know that I was going to be seated in that seat on that airplane on an that airline and going to a destination I would never have chosen to read that article in that issue of that magazine that some beautiful person accidently left on that airplane. You will never convince me that God does not love each and every one of us and does, in fact, tend to the smallest of details.
I am continuing to pray for you and yours, Eliza!
Chipper Jones is such a class act and he deserved a better finish to his great career.
Right there with you, understand completely!
