A friend is coming to visit today.
The last time I saw her was Elijah's baby shower.
She came to celebrate life.
Somewhere I have a picture of her and another friend.
The 3 of us grew up together.
Now miles apart.
But today she is coming.
She's never met Elijah.
She comes now to honor that life.
From an early age Elijah had a strong sense of beat. He kept it steady.
He loved music.
Everything was an instrument. Plucking out the steady beat.
Keeping the rhythm steady when others could not.
As he grew older we would play together. But he would get so frustrated with me. . .I could not keep steady. . .Some times it would flow. He would set the beat and the music would fill the house. Especially "These are the Days of Elijah". I hold those memories tight.
I gaze at his drum set in the corner of the music room.
I quiet my heart.
I close my eyes.
I breathe deep through the searing pain.
And a warmth spreads through me.
He is home.
God's work is being accomplished.
There is no other place I want to be. . .than in the center of God's will.
Love listening to this song. . .
Many of his friends are heading off to to school this weekend.
They will remain in my heart and in my prayers. . . always. . .
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.