Thank you for soothing my weary soul with your eloquent thoughts and writing. Your purview on the essence of being makes perfect sense to me. And love is always the answer, our saving grace, even when we can't feel it.
I volunteer as a hospice companion to my new friend, Kay. Last month,as I was walking at sunrise along a beautiful beach in Tybee Island. I was praying for my loved ones when Kay touched my heart. She has been bed bound for years. I told God I wished so much that she could be walking with me right then. I imagined how much she would love it and what good, easy conversation we would have. It made me sad to think of her situation.
In the very next thought, God spoke to me about how one day Kay would be walking along a beach in heaven and wishing her friend Minda was there with her, sharing in the unspeakable beauty.
There is no right or wrong, no imagined or unimaginable explanation of heaven and resurrection. But there are times, like your dream about your dad where we don't need logic, just openness to love.
Hi Rebecca - very interesting read. I’ve always thought that what we feel is as important as what we know. But, I do think we have to be careful that we can back up our feelings with knowledge. That sweet spot strengthens our faith - while also acknowledging the mystery of it.
Thank you for soothing my weary soul with your eloquent thoughts and writing. Your purview on the essence of being makes perfect sense to me. And love is always the answer, our saving grace, even when we can't feel it.
Thank you, Linda, for reading and for your thoughtful comments. Yes! Love!
I volunteer as a hospice companion to my new friend, Kay. Last month,as I was walking at sunrise along a beautiful beach in Tybee Island. I was praying for my loved ones when Kay touched my heart. She has been bed bound for years. I told God I wished so much that she could be walking with me right then. I imagined how much she would love it and what good, easy conversation we would have. It made me sad to think of her situation.
In the very next thought, God spoke to me about how one day Kay would be walking along a beach in heaven and wishing her friend Minda was there with her, sharing in the unspeakable beauty.
There is no right or wrong, no imagined or unimaginable explanation of heaven and resurrection. But there are times, like your dream about your dad where we don't need logic, just openness to love.
I felt this like a burst of new spring green ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks, honeybun.
Hi Rebecca - very interesting read. I’ve always thought that what we feel is as important as what we know. But, I do think we have to be careful that we can back up our feelings with knowledge. That sweet spot strengthens our faith - while also acknowledging the mystery of it.
I think so, too - always striving for that balance between head and heart.
Lovely thoughts on the concept of Resurrection. Love has the first and last word in this mystery? Thank you for sharing this .
Thank you for reading!