I’ll Fly Away–A Beautiful Story

The Holy Spirit drew me to our back patio this afternoon for some Sabbath R & R.  It’s unseasonably warm in Pennsylvania and the perfect afternoon to rest in his presence.

I texted my sister the second time to see if she made it to Illinois.  She and her husband drove all night long last night to get there after hearing that his mother had suddenly been hospitalized again, suffering from Lou Gehrig’s disease, a disease that predicts a slow and agonizing death.

I was stunned when my sister texted me back that her mother-in-law met her Savior at 8:30AM this morning.  It didn’t seem possible—she and her husband were in Pennsylvania four weeks ago to visit.  I just talked to her!  She didn’t seem that sick . . . Let me back this story up a bit.

My sister arranged to have her mother-in-law flown from Illinois to Pennsylvania so she could be here for the arrival of her first great grandchild.  What a joy to see her hold that sweet baby! When her mother-in-law was here last month, she told me that the elders of her church anointed her with oil and prayed for healing, but if it was her time to go she knew the Lord and knew where she was going.

As I sat outside this afternoon, I took time to remember this dear woman in the silence and solitude of sunshine and sky. I kept thinking about flying.  I saw a bird soar above with white wings underneath—probably a hawk.   I had my dad’s Bible with me and I thought about two verses he read from often.  I opened the Bible to Psalm 90.  Dad often quoted this verse from the pulpit as he talked about heaven like he couldn’t wait to get there:

Psalm 90:9,10  We spend our years as a tale that is told.    10The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

A branch suddenly fell from a tree and drew my attention upward.  Unbelievably, I saw a cloud picture of an eagle with great wings!  (Yes, I brought my camera outside as usual, just in case.  And his tail feathers look like skinny legs in this pic, but looked like a fan of tail feathers outside today.)

I was touched.  There are times when God writes a message across the sky.  Today’smessage was on flying.

My sister FLEW her mother in law to Pennsylvania so she could see her new great grandchild before she died.

Her mother-in-law FLEW to heaven this morning to meet her Maker.

There was another verse Dad always quoted about flying, so I looked it up:

Psalm 55  And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.   7Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah.

I looked to my left—there!  Snap!  Another picture!  No kidding.  A dove.

I believe that God drew me outside to our garden and we met breathlessly again under that Tree of Life where he gently broke the news to me that today was a dear friend’s day to “fly away”.  Then he punctuated the “tale of her years” with pictures that both fascinated and comforted me.

Now, I wrote a song about the way God moves us and speaks to us directly.  If you’d like to hear it/see more pics, click here.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u92tKfj9Nm8   (I promise I won’t sing to you often.  Haha!)

And I hope you come back again because I have a new cross story from a MARATHON runner coming up soon! Oh–there it is again!

SNAP!  Does this look like an angel to you? 

About Lift the Cross of Jesus!

My day job is writing--I'm an author and publisher of a number of books. More on that later. But there is nothing of greater importance to me than the early morning hours I spend with the Creator of the Universe. Although He knows everything there is to know, His greatest delight isn't to give us knowledge, but to give us love. My highest joy is to watch the sun rise with notebook in hand and write the words he speaks to my heart. I want to share some of those words with you here . . . words on the cross.
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15 Responses to I’ll Fly Away–A Beautiful Story

  1. Jean Oathout says:

    Yes, Hope. I see the images, especially the angel.


    • Wild, isn’t it Jean? You know, if God can put a cloud in the sky by day and a pillar of fire in the sky by night like a compass to the Promised Land, then I guess he can show me whatever pleases him on a Sunday afternoon. : ) Love it!


  2. He’s so incredible, Larry. He gives us all of creation to connect us to Him. Even the man who wrote North Korea’s Juche theology (self reliance at its core), told us when he escaped that one day he saw this incredibly huge mountain and was struck with a belief he couldn’t shake–that there had to be a god that made that mountain and one day he’d search for him. Hwang Jon Yop died last year, but a friend of mine introduced him to Jesus and showed him the way. I pray he called out to him because Yop said he couldn’t become a Christian because he’d hurt too many people with Juche. God is right there with the person who will pause and look. I know–that was a looong reply to “Awesome song”. : ) Sorry!


  3. I loved this entry! Thank you for sharing, and for reminding us of God’s tender mercies at every stage of our day.


  4. Hello: Awesome clouds. God can speak to us in the same way, on the same day
    My friend just sent me a photo of a cloud and I mentioned how I went out
    and saw the sky painted with clouds tonight, then I saw your post. Those who
    are looking and listening will see and hear God. It’s cool to be on the same
    spiritual page.

    “The Heavens declare the glory of God – the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” Psalm 19 Blessings to you ,Hope Still scribing, Mark


  5. May 2008 “Love’s mystery” Mark Ettinger

    As I look into the sky so blue
    I see an image formed by You
    It’s such a Glorious canopy
    Your love that always covers me
    You’re so open to what is me
    That is such a mystery
    And the heavens are clear
    So that I may draw near
    Not a cloud in the sky
    Now it’s just You and I
    Then as one whispers by
    We have met eye to eye
    It’s love’s mystery
    Your love for me


    • Mark, you wrote this in 2008? For those of you who don’t know Mark, he writes songs and poetry like the musicians in the tribe of Levi. I’m so glad you pulled it out and posted here. Please do send more! In fact, someone else sent me a cross poem and I can’t find it. I think there were two? Anyway, please resend those so I can post them. Does anyone else have a sky poem?


  6. I love how you invite us into your precious time with Jesus. Your song is just another reason to remain a loyal member of the Hope Fan Club!


  7. You know, BillieJo, I visited my mother last night and she mentioned your contribution to this blog last week. Mom said, “She sure gave you a glowing report.” Haha! People are listening to you! Seriously, I want to play off that word “HOPE” here. My parents named my Cynthia Hope. When I began to write articles/books the Lord showed me to author them by “C. Hope” because he wants people to “see hope” in what I write. HOPE is THE EXPECTATION OF FUTURE GOOD. That’s important to God. Romans 4 says that Abraham, in HOPE AGAINST HOPE, believed God for a son and God saw it as faith and came through for him. I know you’re expecting future good from Him, BillieJo. I love your heart.


  8. Amber Celeste says:

    Thank you – this entry (and your site) was stumbled upon due to my looking up how to identify bird feathers I’ve been finding (lots of them) since my sons death a few months ago. He loved eagles – I’ve found many of those feathers too recently BTW. I didn’t know I needed these words until I read them.
    Thank you.


    • Amber, I’m so glad you found us. The flight to heaven is a pleasant one and I can certainly understand why God would choose feathers to minister His comfort to you now. I’m praying for you. May God’s peace and comfort cloak you by day and blanket you by night. Hugs.


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