God's love is endless |
Love's Warm Arms There are times when sorrow comes to us and takes a while to follow where it is leading. All we can do is walk with it through the maze wondering when we will find the opening. My Dad was my father, my friend, my teacher, right to the end. Two days before he was to go home, he said to me, "I believe the same way as you do." My heart smiled peacefully within me over what he had just given to me. The time passed. Then came the morning, the one day you don't want to face, but there is no way, no place you can run fast enough or far enough to escape. I was standing by Dad's bedside, he asked me to close a book he had, but I did not see the book for him though. I tried to close it. He told me it was alright. Later my mother was on the far side of the bed Dad was laying on, and I on the side near the door. When Dad spoke, he said, "The Church of Moses has come down to me." In my heart I felt it was Jesus, and He wanted me to be sure I knew it was Him. I turned and went out the door a little way. There was this small table, and on the table was a book. It was open, and on the top left hand side of this book, read these words. The Church of Moses is Jesus Christ. I then knew Jesus was there with my father, even though I did not see him, it is by faith I believed him. My father turned to me, a look of peace on his face, and turned to my mother. So softly said, "Norma." This was as quiet as a whisper, so, so soft, he slipped away, it left me wondering has he fallen asleep for a while? But, he was gone home in the arms of His beloved Jesus. My heart was breaking, the tears flowed down. I knew where he was, but it hurt so, he was gone. I wanted to be with him. As a child wants their loved parent. But I couldn't go. The years went by, I say five, long ones for me. The day came when like a child my grief was more then I could handle by myself, I knelt down and cried to God, let me come home. I miss my Dad so very much, more then I could bare. Let me rip open these bars that keep me here. No place in all the universe could hold my sad heart. Then softly I was lifted up from the floor, my tears were dried, my nose was clear, and I was standing with the most beautiful, yes an angel before me. No wings, no fan fair, no bright lights dancing, only the quiet peacefulness of God's love for me. His words though few, were healing to my heart and my soul. "It is not your time yet". Then as quietly, softly, he was gone. As the days that followed, though I cry now as I write this out, my heart started healing. I could go days without crying when I spoke of my Dad. He came to me in my dreams in the night, to cheer me. To go on living. He would make me laugh. This night he was laying on a marble slab, one leg was hanging over the side. I came near and lifted his leg to put it back on the marble slab. I jumped back for he sat up. Surprising me! He said to me, "You have to go on living." And I went on living. My heart marvels at the great Love God has for His children. He said he would never leave us nor forsake us. When life hands us pain, remember your not going through it alone, and it will hurt, even though you know in your mind and heart it is well with my soul, God did make us special with hearts that feel deeply as He feels deeply for us. His heart broke when He had to turn away from His Son as he hung nailed to a cross. His tears were with me when my heart was breaking and my tears flowed. He cares, He loves with out measure. Faith is a wonderful gift. And sight is given when He knows it is best. |