Heaven Bound Treasure
Even though we were told it would happen, it happened way too fast.
It wasn’t long after that she sat at her table, and had a laugh with Ezra, that we lost her to cancer.
And then in a whirl of meeting with funeral directors, cemetery people, we were at her viewing. It was a packed room, and by looking at the visitors book, I didn’t get to say hello to everyone there.
It was a place where people looked at the slide show made in her honor, and wept. A place where old friends got to meet again, as seen here, and a place that words like “amazing, Godly, woman” were uttered. A place where old school mates I haven’t set eyes on in 40 years, showed up.
The next day we gathered again.
My son gave the message, of a heaven bound treasure, of how our entire lives can be encompassed by just a dash between the dates on our tombstones, he asked what does your dash represent?
(You can hear the message HERE )
As we arrived home, after the sorrow of burying our mother at the cemetery, we arrived to see this crocus, this hope of spring, near the front door.
Mom really disliked winter, she loved spring, and the hope in beginnings it represented. It made me so sad at first to think that after struggling through a miserable winter, she missed this beauty of spring. My next thought is that certainly anything she is witnessing now is far better than any spring we can see on this side.
Her house was soon full of people, eating food at her prepared table. It was another tug of sadness for me. She would LOVE this full house and to have prepared all the food.
Then my son gave the announcement telling us of CVS having intention of honoring mom in their Relay for Life in my son’s area with CVS.
When the last guest left, I looked on to the flowers, the cards, and this beautiful image of my mother. I know I will never stop missing her. I know she took her eternal life serious while here in this very quick time on earth, she put a LOT on her dash, mainly God and His love, and shared it with all of us.
She is a Heaven bound treasure. What about you?
As my son said, “You don’t have a soul. You ARE a soul. You have a body.”
Where will your soul go ?
