I sit in the quiet of a Saturday morning in Bond Head; the rest of the household still asleep and the silver gray curtain of morning is slowly raising on another good day.
Just over 12 hours ago I arrived home from an unplanned two weeks in Alvechurch, Mum having died on March 6th. Let me rephrase that: Her body wore out and her heart stopped beating; she is still very much alive and with us; I think that we can all feel that.
I am overwhelmed by the events of the past three months. I must write it them down as they are filled with so much of God's grace. I hardly know how to begin, but I will yield my fingers on the keyboard to God, and begin over the next few days, hoping and praying that I do not miss one important instance of the many signs of love that God gave, lavishly and continuously; mysteriously weaving together so many details that I am left shaking my head in amazement.
In attempting to write it out, I will be retelling some details shared earlier, but now in a different context.
My heart cries out with the angels:
New International Version (NIV)
14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”