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 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!