As I sit in the beautiful garden of my dreams, my mind wanders to those I love who are no longer here with me. I know they are in a much better place for they chose to follow Christ before they left. In that knowledge, I find much comfort.
The garden is so beautiful and peaceful. I remember when I was here before – just after my mother left not very long ago. In my grief, Christ, in His mercy, allowed me one last farewell. It was not goodbye for I will see her again. For me, it will seem like an eternity, but for her just a brief moment in time.
He showed me a glimpse of the splendor she now calls home. The angelic hosts, larger than life, surrounding and serving, ringing out praises to our Lord. The golden street that, on earth would be worth billions, but in heaven is merely pavement compared to the rest of its riches and splendor. The peace and love that envelopes her surroundings is worth more than all of the riches on this earth. And to be in the presence of our Lord is something so beautiful that no words do it justice to describe.
I am promised a seat at the banqueting table with the Lord, and I am sure she is saving a place for me right next to her. For that matter, I can just about imagine her doing her best to make sure there is a seat close by for all of her children and grandchildren. It was what she wanted most in life, and it is what kept her hanging on so fiercely until it was time for her go.
The colors here are just as beautiful as before, the smells just as vivid, and the feeling just as peaceful. I close my eyes and ask my Lord how mother is doing. For her, it isn’t Christmas. There are no seasons there, and time has no hold. For those of us bound to this earth for the time being, it is Christmas, and I miss my mother so very much. I keep finding myself looking at items as I shop and thinking, “Oh, Mamma would love this.” But then, I must remind myself that she isn’t here, and I move on to finish my shopping for those who are.
As I sit here, I ask the Lord to embrace my friends whose mothers are slowly slipping away from them, even as I write this. I know all too well the sense of loss and, at the same time, the sense of acceptance they are feeling in their hearts. I begin to wonder if our mothers will meet in heaven. Will they know each other instantly? Will they be introduced and told how their daughters have formed a bond? Will they sit near each other at His table so we will all be together when we join them?
Even though the answers must wait, I am content and thankful. I feel so privileged to know their daughters, and it will be a privilege to finally meet these precious mothers one day. I know little about their lives, but I do know and love the special daughters they have raised. And I take joy in knowing they know Christ as their Savior and Lord.
As these mothers spend their final hours on this earth, I can smile because I have had a glimpse of where they are going. Although we long for our loved ones who know Christ to stay here with us, who of us can help but smile through the tears when we know they will soon be captured in the Arms of Love.
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What wonderful words! We are captured in the arms of Love! We smile through our tears.We are held in His loving arms! Jesus loves us,Wonder of Wonders! Love,Miriam.
I'm sorry for your Great Loss Sister. I rejoice with you that we shall see our Loved ones one day soon!
What a Beautiful Anointed moving article written by a Beautiful Sister in the Lord!
Thank you I needed to hear those Comforting words!!!
With much Love in Christ,
Dee
"Numbers 6:24,25,26"
I truly believe the answers to your questions are "YES AND AMEN!" Our sisters are beautiful women and easy to love. Aren't they? This was wonderfully written from a likewise beautiful heart. You are greatly, greatly loved.
Oh Precious, I have come to sit by you in the garden of your dreams. I do believe that our mother's will meet one day, and smile down upon us, and be thrilled that we have found one another. I believe that they too will join us in the garden of your dreams, and that we will feel their presence. For we are joined in heart. I love you, Sharon
