Going Home

Sorry for the lack of posting this week.

Last week I got a call from my Dad in Lancaster saying that my Grandmother was near death. So I drove over to see her last Wednesday. It was one of those bitter sweet visits. I got to see family but my grandmother was doing so badly. She could recognize me but her voice was so soft I had to put my ear right next to her to hear was she was whispering. I knew that this was the last time I would see her this side of heaven.

On Monday she went home to be with Jesus. A weary saint becoming new before her heavenly body. No more pain, no more tears. What a glorious thing that must’ve been. You know people often say that when someone dies they are looking down on us. There is no scripture to to support that and the scripture that does talk about heaven makes me think that they are way too busy worshiping Christ to worry about looking back at earth.

My Grandma was a saint. We all are but she wore it so well. To say that she was active in her church would be an understatement. She knew hundreds of hymns by heart and she sang them mightily. Scripture rolled off of her tongue and that woman could pray. I am thankful for her spiritual heritage.

I am heading back home on Saturday to attend her memorial service. What a joyous celebration that will be!


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