Lightened heart

Due to a very dear friend losing her daddy this past week, I have once again given heaven even more thought than usual.  Stanley's service was a beautiful reminder of what is to come for us, and what everyone already there is experiencing.

The more I dwell on heaven, the more blessed I feel.  I have written about heaven almost daily, since Holden passed.  I read the book Heaven by Randy Alcorn (thank you Heidi for the copy), as well as several other books about heaven.  I am certain of this: the more I study heaven, the more it becomes "real"; not just a silly place we will all look like ghosts, be mindless, and float around in.  Coming from someone who thinks harp music is okay, at best, my vision of heaven was a little skewed before all the studying I have done.  The heaven I envisioned before is not somewhere that I would truly seek out in my daily life.

Heaven consumes my thoughts so much, because it is where my child is.  If there were no heaven, I would pretty much be institutionalized.  Literally.  Without the hope of meeting my son again, I don't know where I would be.  To be honest, I don't know how any mother who does not have this hope, does not just give up on life altogether.

So today I am rejoicing in the fact that my baby is experiencing all the good we can only imagine.  I would never take that from him.  And he has a "Papaw" to "teach him the ropes" right now.

Stormy, James Allen, Reese, Asher and Nanoo placed some of Stanley's flowers on Holden's spot.  Aren't they pretty?

Chet discovered them when he went out there to place the vase on it that we got in.  

Our household has been down and out with a serious bug of some sort for the past couple of days.  I have never, ever felt like this.  My temp is down to 101.5 now, so I guess I am on the mend. ? Or so I hope...Chet's hero status in my book just keeps growing and growing.  Even though he too is sick, he is trying to stay on top of Holden Uganda stuff and basic housework.
Back to bed.