glory

When the Lord calls someone home, there is pain, and there is joy.  Tears of joy, smiles of sorrow; blessed be the name of the Lord.  In the wee hours of Sunday night my beloved Grandma Re went home to Glory.  She's through with the trials of this life, she's through with the pain and in His wondrous light.  We will miss her gentle spirit, her loving touch and her delicious food.  She'll not see her great grand-babies grow up, she'll not see them learn to walk or fall in love or have children of their own.  That's our responsibility now, not that it wasn't when she was here, but now she cannot share in it.  The beauty of eternity lies in that one day, we will see her again, full of hope, home, safe in the arms of Jesus.  Jesus, what a wonderful name, unlike any other name; the name of my Redeemer, of Him Who Saves.  Grandma came to know Jesus, and let Him know her, through a Billy Graham TV evangelism special about 40  years ago.  A woman who was born before the TV becomes reborn through its use, ironic, no?  She fed us love, literally.  If it was made by her hands, and went in your mouth, it was the equivalent of love; we ate it regularly, and she taught me how to make it, one time and one dish after another.  She wanted to go, she was ready, and she told us so, to my uncle, her firstborn, "I'm not to wake in the morning."  She'd given us plenty of warnings, "I'm dying, but these babies are full of life!"  She got her desire, to go easily while sleeping, from arms of earthy love to the wonderful arms of Jesus.

Mighty footsteps of God walking on the roof

Tension had been building in the air for days now; we've had really unusual weather, first scorching hot, then tremendous amounts of humidity.  For the last few days, I've felt like the sky should pop.  And it just did.  The thunder started at about 8 am, and and 9 am the sky broke open, and flooded our lawn, driveway and the street out front in a matter of minutes.  Mighty footsteps of God walking on the roof, baptizing us with His mercy and grace.