It's been almost 7 years since I've seen my grandfather's face or heard his laughter. To say that I miss him is an understatement. When he died, he left a gaping hole in my life that I thought no one could fill. Ever so slowly that hole shrank as God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit became more prominent in my life. I hope he can see what is going on down here and I hope it makes him proud.
I believe one day, Jesus will come back for us so that we can spend eternity with God in heaven. Sometimes when I see a breathtaking sunset or gaze up at the stars I feel close to heaven. I've been told heaven is a wonderful place, so wonderful that words can't even describe it. These thought might sound jumbled, but I I would like to share a poem that I wrote several years ago. Hopefully this will tie everything together...
Everyone lives a short life,
Everyone has to go sometime;
Don't try to hold on all your life.
Sometimes you have to let them go
And fly away to a better place,
Where there is no pain, and it's all wonderful.
I think about it every night and say
I'll spread my wings and fly away.
Maybe then we can meet eye to eye
And be like the angels in the sky...
I believe I can touch the sky.
