Recently this precious child told me her mother had passed. A profound and life affecting occurrence for one so young. What she did not realize was she had shared with someone who knew exactly what she was talking about and understood with great empathy her loss. If I explained all the intricacies involved in the opportunity for her to share with me, you would like me--know God orchestrated the moment. Her family was incomplete--one side of the two cords that kept her swing swinging had disappeared, exactly as my life had been. It is a permanent life shaping occurrence.
When she asked, "Do you go visit your Daddy?", I must admit at first I was taken back. I replied, "Do you mean at the cemetery?" Her response was a silent nod of the head with her eyes downcast.
Taking a deep breath, I told her the cemetery where my daddy rested was a long way away and that I was unable to visit very often. Pausing--I allowed time for her to slowly look back up. I smiled and said, "But I do visit him in my memories which are stored deep within my heart. He has a new home now and is no longer here---he lives in a beautiful heaven with our great God . " She smiled as she gazed into my eyes and I squeezed her sweet hand as we continued down the path.
God often gifts us with beautiful and eternal moments. What a Blessing!
"My son, keep your father's commands and do not forsake your mother's teaching. Bind them upon your heart forever; fasten them around your neck."