Lately we have had tears and sorrow. My family is going through a difficult time with my mother’s sickness and yet there are times we have had a glimpse of heaven.

This weekend did not turn out the way we had planned. Dale was to be teaming on an Emmaus Walk this weekend. On Thursday night, I called my sister and found out that my mother was getting worst. The infection was starting to take over her body. I called Dale to inform what was going on. I was upset and started packing for the trip home.  Dale decided he needed to come home and help me out. While he was holding me tight and trying to get me to relax, I told him that, for the past couple of weeks my thoughts have focused on Ray Boltz’s song “Thank You”. I thought what it will be like when my mother walks on the streets of heaven and meets people who have been saved because of her faithfulness in being a pastor’s wife and mother who has raised four children who are in full time ministry.

A couple of days ago Rebecca, our oldest, wrote a blog about Grandma singing in the heavenly choir with a perfect voice. If you ever heard my mother sing you would understand why that is so great.

Last night, while talking to my father yesterday, he told me that my mother sat up, opened her eyes and said “Nana, heaven is so beautiful, is it so beautiful Momma.” Wow, in our human minds we can only imagine that God let my mother have a glimpse of heaven to get her ready for her homecoming.

My thought now is how do those who do not have hope in heaven make it thought these times —  the death of a love one or their own death?