It’s another beautiful early fall blue-sky day. A pile of work awaits my attention even though the dishes have been washed and everyone has left for their respective jobs.
The goldenrod beckons my hand to pick a bunch for the table as the phone rings..
I’m on the other line.
It’s Mom.
She has called to tell me that her friend’s husband just died. He wasn’t well, but that doesn’t matter for now he is treading a path where he shall never be seen again by his loving wife or family in some heavenly place (if such a place exists). We’re taught that it does, but where’s the proof?
What if we’re living in heaven today? What if we are supposed to behold the grandeur of creation in a ladybug walking on a squash vine, a duck swimming gracefully atop the water of a mirror-like pond, or a warming beam of sunlight?
What if everyone we met were someone special – someone to be valued and cherished the way a great Maker might see him or her, someone who recognized the greatness they were meant to reflect in their being every moment in time?
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