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Topic: Mothers (05/02/05)
TITLE: I Can Only Imagine
By Joyce Simoneaux
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With my eyes closed, I imagined a beautiful garden. In the garden was foliage with the deepest greens and a myriad of vivid colors. The sights, sounds, and smells seemed so real. The sun shone through a haze that added a magical touch to the elaborate scene in my mind.
Tiny balls of light began to dance around in the garden in the distance. As they came closer, they took the shape of beautiful beings with golden hair. The beings carried with them a serenity that overwhelmed the grief I felt. Peace began to flow through me like a tiny stream trickling over rocks. They each glanced my way with a smile that promised more to come.
A gentle wind began to blow, and the leaves of the large, lush plants began to sway to and fro as if dancing to some silent tune. The beings started to come together forming a procession in two’s as a shining, golden street appeared in the center of the garden. The angelic procession parted and formed a line on either side of the street, like sentinels guarding the path. Beautiful music began to play, which seemed to come from the center of the sentinels and radiate outward and upward.
All of the beings turned slowly to the east as their eyes focused on someone coming from that direction. My senses began to reel inside of me as my spirit was caught up in the majesty of the moment. A bright, radiant light came over the horizon, ever increasing as it came nearer and nearer. Each sentinel opened its mouth, and glorious praises began to flow from them as anticipation grew in me.
I was compelled to stand in awe and wonder as a bright and beautiful figure walked slowly up the golden street. No, wait; there were two figures. The second was a tiny frame, delicate and graceful. I dared not open my eyes, for it would surely destroy the magical world I was creating in my mind.
The eyes of the first figure, a man, met my eyes. His eyes were captivating. Funny, I seemed to know him, but I couldn’t quite bring to mind who he was. The corners of his mouth turned up in a gentle smile as he read my thoughts.
“I Am,” He said, as He lifted his hands and extended them toward me. I immediately saw the holes in His hands and instinctively looked for the ones I knew I would find in his feet. Jesus! Oh, yes! He is much more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
The second figure was concealed by the brightness of the light that surrounded the Lord. At His bidding, a woman stepped forward and smiled. Her tiny frame was robed in spotless, white linen, and her face was almost as bright as the One who stood beside her. No words could describe the rush of emotions that filled every fiber of my being as I recognized her.
All of the sorrow and grief subsided and was replaced by overwhelming joy. I wanted to run to her and embrace her once more, but I knew I must not touch her. She was in the presence of the Lord and His angels, and I am still a mere mortal soul bound to this earth. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, as my mother blew me a kiss. I brought my fingers up to my lips as if to keep it there forever.
“I love you, Mom,” I said as the Lord took her hand once more to lead her back up that golden street to her new home with Him.
“I am sorry I can’t stay,” she said, “but I am joining our loved ones at the banqueting table prepared for us. Your seat is saved for you when you join us there.”
Some distant sound woke me from my vision, and the beautiful scene before me slowly disappeared. The grief threatened to overtake me once again as I remembered holding her hand as she died just days ago.
Sunday is Mother’s Day. Mom’s first in heaven, and my first without her. I’ll surely miss you, Mom, but oh, what a wonderful Mother’s Day you will have in heaven.
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