Something beautiful .. aaaand a little scary at times.
When I was little? My dad would tell me that even if I THOUGHT I could get away with doing “little” bad things with no one knowing..? That God would still know.. And it would break His heart to see me make bad choices.
In my mind’s eye I could see a God like “face” looking at me .. The same way that my earthly father looks at me when he had to punish me.. Broken hearted and sad.. Maybe tears in His majestic eyes?
Yup.. That kept me on the straight and narrow.. (90% of the time)..
But sometimes my imagination is just plain good..
This morning I received the call that my grandma passed away.
The only grandma I have ever known .. Had gone home to heaven.
It was peaceful for her .. She was surrounded by the family who could make it in time.. They were loud at times.. (How could that be peaceful you ask?) She would have liked it loud and lively. She loved to see the “characters” around her. I think even when she was resting .. she was probably comforted by the loud voices and laughter..
But I can imagine that moment when she slipped from this world into the next..
In that moment?
Standing outside those pearly gates.. She would see her 3 children, that went along Home before her, waiting patiently for her. Her parents would be there too.. And her siblings..
But in the middle of them all?
In the middle of them all, I imagine my grandpa standing. I can see his eyes light up when he finally sees her. The way his eyes always lit up when he saw her.
Ha ha.. Then he’d say something sassy like.. “What took you so long?” Or “I’ve been waiting for you for ages!”
Then I imagine my Gram K would smile gently and put him in his place.. With a “It wasn’t my plan to send you on ahead..” Or more likely… “Well .. waiting builds character.”
And then my Grandpa will laugh .. The way he always does when her quiet sass amuses him.
Someday it will be my turn to meet them all at the pearly gates.. And I know they will show up to meet me.
Until then I have to finish the things God sent me here to do..
But I am so curious..
I wonder if my Gram K will have her bright red hair back in heaven.. (Which would make my Grandpa happy..) .. Or if she will be able to convince God that the gray hair suits her better .. (After all? You can’t wear pink with red hair..)