Four Years of Heaven

August 21, 2021. Four years with the Lord.

Many thoughts flood my mind on this ordinary, yet significant day in my history.

Today. A washing machine repaired - PaPa would be so proud of all my guys ordering the part and working together to get it fixed. As I was putting everything back in place in the laundry room today, I thought… if Dad could just throw up a few shelves for me on his next visit here to make better use of space… He would’ve liked the spaghetti I made for supper tonight with zucchini in it. Pretty sure he would’ve been as tired as I am now after a day here as he would always find jobs he could do to make life better when he visited.

I’m thinking about how he doesn’t need to work and improve anything where he is. He has perfect company, and no more pain or heartbreak that we still feel since he moved on. On earth, deep love carries the risk of deep hurt. In Heaven, love is perfect, and healing is forever.

So at the end of this “ordinary day” for most, I collect the joy thoughts about the beautiful bonus gift of Heaven that our wonderful Savior has promised us as believers. No more repairs for appliances, for bodies, or for relationships. No more ordinary weariness at the end of the day as there will be no night there!

Though my grief began to grow exponentially four years ago, my heart has simultaneously sought to focus on the hope in Christ I have that will one day turn to sight when I too go where Dad is now. I sure miss him. ~ jlw

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