It’s been 92 days since my mom died. I often wonder where she is now. Where does her soul reside? I could feel it quietly slip away that night at her bedside. Mom was more than a good woman, she was the very best. Gone are the constructs of my childhood, the black and white of what the afterlife looks like. The conceptual part of heaven no longer works for me. I was taught a utopia, free of pain and where all experience only pure love and joy.
It sounds like something I’ve been aching for all along. I’ve only caught short-lived glimpses, here and there, like scattered leaves blowing through my life. The promise of Jesus and of eternal life in heaven? of resting with His angels is the only hope I have. I intuitively know I will not find that love here in this world.
Most of my adult life I’ve had a fear which grips me, that I’m damned. So it is only a fleeting hope for me, to join my mom.
“5 Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to“
–Romans 5:5 New King James Version (NKJV)
Mom, you are where the angels soar now, whatever that place is.
This one is for you ❤️