If heaven wasn't so far
There's a new country song that explains how a man would pack up and visit heaven if it weren't so far away. I've been hearing this song for weeks, but for some reason it really touched me yesterday. Who knows why? Although I have a few hunches...
I paused on my way to work to think about what my own personal version of the song would sound like:
- Have a cup of coffee and a chat with my grandmother asking her how she found the strength to overcome the hurdles that she faced in her life (although I likely know what her first answer would be, it still had more impact coming directly from her)
- Introduce Andrew to the great-grandma who passed the week that God decided we were meant to be parents a second time
- Meet John's grandpa and learn what it was that made his grandma know that she could never love someone else
- Look my brother-in-law in the face and tell him that although I was a teenager who thought my sister deserved someone better, I now understand that they were PERFECT for each other
What would you do if you could visit?
I paused on my way to work to think about what my own personal version of the song would sound like:
- Have a cup of coffee and a chat with my grandmother asking her how she found the strength to overcome the hurdles that she faced in her life (although I likely know what her first answer would be, it still had more impact coming directly from her)
- Introduce Andrew to the great-grandma who passed the week that God decided we were meant to be parents a second time
- Meet John's grandpa and learn what it was that made his grandma know that she could never love someone else
- Look my brother-in-law in the face and tell him that although I was a teenager who thought my sister deserved someone better, I now understand that they were PERFECT for each other
What would you do if you could visit?
3 Comments:
I miss my Grampa so much. I just want to see him. I guess I'd also like to meet my grandmother, his wife (my dad's mom). I've heard so much about her and I want to know, really, for myself, what she's like. And who the woman was who, before me, held my Grampa's heart.
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Joanna, At
7:55 PM
meet my dad's parents who died before I was born, I'm told I am so much like my Grandma Trimble. I would chat with Brian who died in a motorcycle accident while Michael and I were on our honeymoom and find out exactly what happenend, along with my cousin, Colby. And I would round out my visit with my sister, her making fun of my toes (she always said I had funny looking toes) and I would just sit beside her, doing nothing, but loving the fact that she was close by!
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the Voelker's, At
8:21 AM
I can't wait to be reunited with my beloved son Caleb...never to be separated again...in the presence of our Lord Jesus :)
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Cheryl, At
9:34 PM
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