High up in the sky the sun the heat rising from the ground tears close to spill yet our hearts were tender still Miracles right from the start prayer a constant spark Connecting and strengthening In the waiting the Lord was growing tiny seeds in the dark now before me an expanse that spoke of the glory of God A smile of miracles seen blooms into a sparkle in eyes -a deeper knowing of God High up in the sky the sun the heat rising from the ground we enter pastures dresses in beauty all around beauty of beasts given by the creator beauty in places that astound watching, touching, loving, knowing all this is gift a prayer and a dream the shade is comfortable we huddle close seeking shade yet, there’s more this was beautiful and healing and yet more He has in store an Elijah moment before me in the stillness of the day the heat rising and oppressive we see the winds pick up the branches sway and dance to rhythm the powerful breezes relay stronger and stronger lifting dust and leaves Lifting and twisting in powerful air the openness now seems dangerous But surprisingly it comforts us just as our hearts began to quake And we looked around for shelter and escape a cold breeze on our skin the wind becomes breeze ushering a new coolness ushering peace that surpasses understanding the evening turns into a sweet haven a whisper of promises from heaven. a gentle breeze cool a heart poised to hear a tender caress from father God whispers, “ I see you, I hear you I am yours and you are my delight” High up in the sky the sun below the daughters of the Son a Lord who comes close heaven caresses wind blown hair sweet now praises rise from the ground
It’s been a year since my grandmother went to heaven. I still as if just yesterday I stood beside her bed and read Psalm 91 over her. Loving her my whole life has been one of my greatest blessings. From the moment she first held my hand to walk to town in Honduras to the moment she last held my hand at her table I knew I was loved. I’m so glad that my children also got to hold her hand because I know they felt the true and peaceful love only she could give. I will continue to remember her in the flowers, in the quiet afternoon coffee time, and in prayer. This year when I see new life grow in the garden I remember that she is whole, new, and full of life too. Te amo, Abuela.