That last week of Daddy’s life the house was full of
visitors. I couldn’t see them, I had no way to communicate or touch them but
they were there.
A refreshing fragrance
in the air I didn't quite recognize, yet familiar filled the rooms. Music
playing softly just out of hearing, still, I felt it in my heart.
I could almost hear the china and glasses being placed on
the table for the welcome Home celebration.
I could almost smell the
wonderful dishes cooking in the oven and on the stove from a kitchen I knew was
there but could not see.
Arms wrapped around me with love and comfort giving me
strength. Words, whispered quietly in my heart, full of promise and hope. Yet
the One hugging me was invisible to my eyes.
Heaven, very real,
stayed just beyond my fingertips.
Yesterday, Bruce and I visited a dear friend who waits
expectantly for Jesus to come and take her Home.
Joyful, thankful,
DeLana reached out to wrap me in her arms. Hope and
promise filled the air. Her expression shone with Heaven's light. Her conversation filled with excitement about seeing Jesus and touching His face!
Friends and family were present, but the familiar, comforting visitors
were also there.
A remembered fragrance
sweetened the air, filling the rooms with freshness, with love. Music played
softly just beyond our hearing, yet our hearts beat to the Heavenly rhythm.
The banquet room, filled with preparation noise, blended
with the kitchen’s business as dishes were prepared, veggies chopped and delicious
smells wafted from the oven just outside our senses.
Loving arms giving strength, held each of us tightly to His
chest.
Yes, Heaven, very
real, stayed just beyond my fingertips!
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