The sun is shining.
Its streaks illuminate my space.
It is almost 90 degrees out today.
I wait to feel the warmth.
My soul longs for relief from this grief.
I run to the LORD.
A repeat of yesterday is not part of the plan.
The site where Elijah met Jesus is littered with flowers long gone by.
The area needs to be cleaned.
I don't want to.
It reminds me that time is moving on.
I wait to do this task.
When I finally do, I am met with the sweetest of grace.
A friend, that I do not see except in decades,who too knows the searing loss of a child, stops.
She comes and quietly helps.
Another friend stops.
We 3 pray standing there at the pole.
I have not done this.
This simple act.
It soothes my soul to stand there and I feel God's presence.
I don't know why he called Elijah home.
I miss him.
Oh, how I miss him.
This is the sunrise in the wee hours after Elijah had gone home. . .
I never saw the heart in the sky. Someone had to point it out.
But it's there.
Heaven was rejoicing as my spirit was groaning.
And there was an earthly display in the skies. . .
My trust in God's plan is greater than anything else.
And I will feel the heat of this day,
I will sing praises. I will step forward.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
And I can cry with hope and can say goodbye with hope.