When I made up the bed today, I remembered Momma and how she thought it was such a ‘high up’ bed and she would giggle and grunt as she climbed up into it. For a moment, I thought to be sad and even cry again but then my thoughts turned to how much giggling she is doing in Heaven. That she is seeing and experiencing much much greater fun than anything here. And that comforts me.
So, the prayers of the Saints are working. I am beginning to think less of me and what I am missing and am choosing to praise and give thanks to our God for what Momma is enjoying and that on a day certain I will see the glories of Heaven with her. To HIM be the Glory!
I got a perspective on a familiar verse of Scripture today. I don’t think I will ‘evangelize’ it but it felt good for me.
2 Peter 3:8 But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. source
That being the rule of ‘time’ for Heaven, if I were to live another 1,000 years in this frame of mine as is today, which we know I will not, that would only be as a day to my Mom that she has not seen me. That answers for me how it is that Moms and Dads, brothers and sisters, children and grandchildren; any someone we love who has preceded us to Heaven is not sad that they are separated from us — it’s only a moment for them. This comforts me so much. Maybe it will some of you too.
I’ve been thinking of some other things too, not so much today because healing has begun. But anyway, I have this sense that even though I did not do everything right for my Momma; didn’t always choose the best words, didn’t call as often as I could have, didn’t do as much, looking back now, as would have been better, in all that I believe the Holy Spirit reminded me the Blood of Jesus has covered it all. His Blood has washed it away for me and most assuredly for Momma. She loved me here in spite of my imperfections and now surrounded and filled with the perfect love of Jesus, she is surely not worried about ‘coulda’, ‘shoulda’, ‘woulda’ and it is sin for me to do so in the here and now. The most appropriate avenue for me to take is to consider those left here with me and what I can do NOW for them. Momma would like that and it will certainly please my Jesus. These are my pondering(s). I hope they will bless you too.
Enjoy your weekend, love on your family and friends and Praise our Great God and Father in all things!
Psalm 145: 17 The Lord is [rigidly] righteous in all His ways and gracious and merciful in all His works. 18 The Lord is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him sincerely and in truth. source
I have removed my Momma’s name from our list. She no longer needs our prayers, she is WHOLE now. Thank you for all the times you prayed for her. As soon as we all get home, for those of you who did not meet her here, I will be pleased to introduce you to her there.
ABBA, I think Heaven is so good that unbelievers here think we are nuts. So be it LORD. More and more I know Your Word is true and more and more I know that You have more for us there that we have the imagination to dream here. Thank You. Thank You that it is true and thank You that we believe. Oh, what a gift it is to believe. Thank You. Thank You. And, LORD, I haven’t found any Scripture that would support that You would tell Momma for me that I love her but somehow it comforted me when I asked You yesterday to do that for me. Thank You, LORD. And now that I am here with our IDOKs again, thank You for them. It is good to be back and I pray for them that You will bless them abundantly, give them every blessing possible. It’s good to again together bring our list here and our IDOK Troops, praying for their protection, for safety of mind, body and spirit; and for each on this list. LORD, You know what You want to do for each of them and we want You to. So be it LORD JESUS. We pray to be useful servants, building Your Kingdom and giving You Glory, wanting NONE for ourselves. Amen and amen.
As I post this it is 41°F and Partly Cloudy in Al Asad, IQ & the time there is 7:23 AM AST on February 6, 2009.
Kathie Whitestone Thompson
Follower of Christ. Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother. Some call me a teacher. Some say I'm a prayer warrior. A few accredit me with some writing skills. Me? I say I'm a work in slow progress, looking for perfection in eternity and until then having all the holy fun I know how.