My mind is on heaven these days. Of what it must be like to be with the One who has created and orchestrated all things, who sent His Son to die and rise again so that we may live on in His very presence. To the beauty my loved ones are beholding. To be spared of the effects of sin—to only see pureness and goodness. To not feel pain or worries, sorrow or hardship. To only know full joy and peace. It makes me yearn so intensely for heaven.
After three years, it becomes easier to block out the tragic memory of death. But in the last few weeks, as the anniversary approached, I felt myself go into guarded-mode. Just not sure if I wanted to allow myself to relive. Many times, I’ve stepped inside the door, started to tiptoe to his bedside, only to once again, slam the book on the memory. Nope. Too afraid to feel the hurt. But today my mind waits at the door, my eyes peek into the heart-wrenching memory of three years ago and I walk in. Continue reading “Three Years”
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