Strap yourselves in.
Do what you need to do because boy do I have a story for you!
As I write these words I am very conscious that we each have an individual perspective on God, heaven, the meaning of life as well as life after death.
I want to be very clear where I am coming from so that you have a frame of reference for what I am choosing to write. My life is not directed by a church consciousness of God nor is my faith anything miraculous nor profound. My relationship with Jesus started in University in my childhood bedroom, alone with God answering a simple prayer: “God show me you are real.”
This simple prayer followed years of bible study, lukewarm times where I couldn’t see God at work, moments of zealously following God and now this.
This winter season living in a desert while rowing my boat in the ocean of grief. Woah!
Every present God.
Quilt maker sewing good and bad to make a beautiful quilt.
Coincidences that make me take a deep breath.
This one brought goosebumps to my arms.
A few days ago, I was sitting at the kitchen table with the three boys. When we have a quiet moment, this is when someone will usually bring up Nana.
On this day it was two year old, OC. He piped up, out of nowhere and said, “Nana with Boots!”
My ears almost fell off of my head. I immediately looked at JC, our six year old and said, “Do you know who Boots is?”
JC said, “No!”
Our four year old chimed in, “I have boots!”
I then asked OC again, “Who is Nana with?”
He said, “Boots.”
I paused then looked at the boys and told them that Boots was my childhood cat.
They looked at me wide-eyed then we went back to playing Lego.
Grief and God at His best!