I read these words on a blog this morning. They were written by a daughter who just lost her mother days ago. I was so touched by the vision they created for me of Grant’s homecoming last May 5th, that I re-write them here. They soothed an achy heart and brought a smile to my tear stained face…Oh, to imagine his first breath of Heaven’s air!
“He called Grant’s name. He rose up and took his first breaths of heaven’s air, in a beautiful new body. I’m not sure how formal heaven’s entry gates are, but I’m vividly imagining a welcome like the one in Luke 15. A jumping, leaping, running Father meeting His child on the road. Tears of joy! Bear hugs! Triumph! Together, at home, forever and ever and even more. We miss him. We’ll always miss him here. But thank goodness even the missing will come to an end.”