Aim for the road to Heaven! We can do this by listening. Silence is golden, as it is then that we can begin to hear. There are the sounds in nature and even the sounds in the city that teach us about the life around us. Our minds are no longer based on our personal needs. A new outlook on life has begun. God has opened our eyes. Now, we must act upon what we have seen, continuing to listen, learning from actions and words as we work with others. This is how we become wise, setting our mind on the right course, a path that can lead us to Heaven.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
DRUMS, PEACE AND HEAVEN
DRUMS, PEACE AND HEAVEN
To quiet the spirit and soul,
visualize a waterfall of grandeur.
Feel the powerful, misty spray,
flowers close by,
always ready for another crispy, cold drink.
Imagine its sound,
picturing all the drums in heaven
playing an energetic and splendid symphony,
the waters splashing into a rainbow of pools below,
the ground shaking in perfect beat.
Be placed
in the center of this sensation,
the plentiful strands
of the cherished liquid,
acting in the role
of a precious shield,
feeling God's love and peace.
~Marie T. Morrison~
To quiet the spirit and soul,
visualize a waterfall of grandeur.
Feel the powerful, misty spray,
flowers close by,
always ready for another crispy, cold drink.
Imagine its sound,
picturing all the drums in heaven
playing an energetic and splendid symphony,
the waters splashing into a rainbow of pools below,
the ground shaking in perfect beat.
Be placed
in the center of this sensation,
the plentiful strands
of the cherished liquid,
acting in the role
of a precious shield,
feeling God's love and peace.
~Marie T. Morrison~
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
INTRICATE
Our bodies hold hundreds of bones, nerves, muscles, veins, arteries and cells. Though there are many, all connect together, making us one. It is amazing to see how much God put into creating us, filled with an intricacy beyond words. Tears come to the eyes, in gratitude, for entrusting us with even the tiniest of fragments, all surrounding the soul, gifting us with a life only He could provide, from the moment of conception until we join Him in Heaven.
~Marie Morrison~
~Marie Morrison~
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
HAVING TO SAY GOOD-BYE
Gigi, a toy poodle, has been in the family for nearly 20 years. Her first owner was Aunt Fern. She was spoiled rotten, as a toy poodle should be. Gigi went everywhere with her, wearing a fancy collar, sparkling against her light brown and curly fur. Uncle Tom, Aunt Fern’s husband, spoiled Gigi as much as she did. They took her for daily rides and would stop at Arby’s or McDonald’s to buy her a meal. No, it wasn’t the best diet, but Gigi was didn’t mind. She remained at nine pounds as she munched away on a roast beef sandwich or a Big Mac.
Aunt Fern passed away, but Uncle Tom made sure the daily outings continued. Gigi would sit right there next to him, often with her little head on his lap, curling up under the car’s steering wheel. Now, stops included getting her a medium-rare steak ‘to go’ from a nice restaurant. What a high life she led, having different colored collars, always filled with rhinestones. Her little outfits were adorable. There were those for the summer heat and others for the winter cold. Her leather leash was a shiny gold one. She really did not need a leash, as both Aunt Fern and Uncle Tom carried her everywhere, inside the house and out. At night, she would scratch the blankets on the bed, until they made a little nest, dropping off to sleep near her owner’s pillow.
Uncle Tom passed on, and Gigi came to live with Helen, my mother-in-law. She had a new person to spoil her now. However, she did have to get used to canned dog food for the first time. I have a feeling, though, that Helen was able to sneak Gigi an occasional Arby’s meal while taking her out for a ride. Helen would have Gigi sit on her lap, in the house, while in her wheelchair and when out in the car. After making her nightly nest and snuggling up at night by her new owner, she took to treasuring a tiny stuffed dog, kept under her paws as she slept. Gigi began to snore as she slumbered. She was a tiny thing, but you could hear the snoring two doors down the hall.
Helen became ill, unable to take care of Gigi. She came to live with us. She was no longer an only child. The first time she saw our two other dogs, weighing about four times her weight, she could not figure out who or what they were. Their expressions and tilted heads had the same look as hers. They were two small mutts from the dog pound and here was this nine-pound creature, perfectly groomed.
She did not want to have anything to do with them. They attempted to paw at her, to engage in play, whatever this tiny four-legged animal was. However, her loud yap as their paws touched sent them running. Their cute faces looked hurt, as everyone else wanted to play with them. Gigi didn’t move from her spot; it was not only because she had not seen another dog before, but because she really had not used her legs until now, always being carried everywhere.
The next shock for little Gigi was dry dog food. She actually turned her little snoot up in the air, turning her head to the side, as the bowl was set in front of her. It did not take too long before she accepted the grain. She learned quickly there was competition in this household. If she raised her nose up as a sign of disgrace for the food, one of the other dogs was too happy to eat it for her. It also became the first time for her to accept a dog biscuit. My mother-in-law sadly exclaimed she bought biscuits, but Gigi would not eat them, curious why she would eat them for us. We laughed, saying Gigi was not about to step to the side. If the other two wanted her biscuit, she would let out one of her loud yaps, announcing her claim. They would quickly retreat, not wanting to hear more than once that warning to stay away. She even learned to sit up for the biscuit. Aunt Fern, Uncle Tom and Helen would be quite indignant if they knew their baby had to beg for the biscuit, but Gigi loved it.
My mother-in-law departed to meet her maker, making Gigi a full member of the family. We inherited the collars and outfits, and her tiny stuffed dog, a gray poodle. The three dogs began to get along, even though it was more of a parallel play. She did let them get close to her, just not close to her food bowl or her dog biscuit. She did not need to worry; Pavlov’s Law of Contingency took immediate affect after those first few yaps.
The gray stuffed poodle rested on our bed every night, her paws resting atop it, making a new nest amongst the covers. I could not tell who was snoring louder, my husband or the dog. I decided it would be nicer to move out Gigi than my husband. I made a cute bed of pillows and blankets under my desk, the stuffed poodle resting nearby. Her yaps let me know she did not like this, but I stood my ground. I won’t say it was easy, but I remained stalwart.
She did not stay too mad at me. Soon, she was following me like a shadow, even if I was only moving across the room. Family members and friends would laugh how she stuck to me, never being more than a few inches away from my feet. Yes, I did hold her in my lap while I sat on the couch, reading or visiting with a friend. In the car, she had her own pillow, sitting next to me. In the evenings, though, she became my husband’s dog. She wanted to curl up on his lap, not mine. This became quite the routine for little Gigi. In time, the stuffed dog disappeared, her loving the life among the family.
By now, we had a fourth dog, a border collie. My husband had found her as a puppy deep in the mountains, abandoned under a tree. The collie and Gigi were quite accepting of one another. If the collie and the other ‘big’ dogs ran out the door, madly barking at a bird, she would follow suit, yapping her hardest, trying to keep up with them on her short legs. I do not think she ever knew there was a bird out there; she just knew if they were running and barking she should do this too.
Years slipped by, and she could not sit up to beg anymore. Her eyes filled with cataracts and her hearing was poor. She began to spend much of her time sleeping on her pillows, still making a nest, making sure her special blanket was in its special place. I had lost my shadow. She wanted to be in my lap to sleep, but felt more comfortable under the desk. As the other dogs ran for an ice cube, she tried to join them, but her precious legs would not let her. I saw it hurt her to take any step forward. I took a treat to her and the poor little thing could not even bite down on it. I held out her small bowl of water, seeing it was too difficult to take a sip.
Gigi had been declining over the past several months, but I could not bear to see her put to sleep. Just when I thought it was time, she would excitedly take a dog biscuit or run with the other dogs, happily joining them in the bird chase. Now, I knew it was time to say good-bye.
A month ago, I had called to find out what to do when this time came. It was a tough call that day, but it was easier for me this morning, knowing what to do. I picked her up with one hand, reaching for her favorite blanket with the other. I squeezed her tightly in a hug and placed her in the seat beside mine, this time putting her blanket down first. She immediately fell asleep during the half-hour drive. No longer could she sit up excitedly, staring out during our ride.
At Animal Care, a friendly clerk met me, opening the door for me. I explained to her what I knew I had to do. She was very caring, as was the other clerk, gently talking to me as I gave them the needed information. It was time for the clerk to walk around the desk and take this cherished friend from my arms. I gave her one final, tight hug and handed her to the kind staff member, having her place Gigi’s favorite blanket around her as they walked away. My eyes filled with tears.
She has now joined Aunt Fern, Uncle Tom and Helen. They have waited a long time for her. In no time, she will be eating steak and coddled for all eternity. As they beam that their Gigi has finally come home, I continue to have tears running down my cheeks. God knew what He was doing, blessing all of us with the infinite love of an endearing nine-pound poodle.
Though I have a hole in my heart, my little dog is now at peace. I smile as I envision the surprise of Aunt Fern, Uncle Tom and Helen, hearing Gigi let out a yap, running off to join her four-legged pals in their enchanting chase.
Aunt Fern passed away, but Uncle Tom made sure the daily outings continued. Gigi would sit right there next to him, often with her little head on his lap, curling up under the car’s steering wheel. Now, stops included getting her a medium-rare steak ‘to go’ from a nice restaurant. What a high life she led, having different colored collars, always filled with rhinestones. Her little outfits were adorable. There were those for the summer heat and others for the winter cold. Her leather leash was a shiny gold one. She really did not need a leash, as both Aunt Fern and Uncle Tom carried her everywhere, inside the house and out. At night, she would scratch the blankets on the bed, until they made a little nest, dropping off to sleep near her owner’s pillow.
Uncle Tom passed on, and Gigi came to live with Helen, my mother-in-law. She had a new person to spoil her now. However, she did have to get used to canned dog food for the first time. I have a feeling, though, that Helen was able to sneak Gigi an occasional Arby’s meal while taking her out for a ride. Helen would have Gigi sit on her lap, in the house, while in her wheelchair and when out in the car. After making her nightly nest and snuggling up at night by her new owner, she took to treasuring a tiny stuffed dog, kept under her paws as she slept. Gigi began to snore as she slumbered. She was a tiny thing, but you could hear the snoring two doors down the hall.
Helen became ill, unable to take care of Gigi. She came to live with us. She was no longer an only child. The first time she saw our two other dogs, weighing about four times her weight, she could not figure out who or what they were. Their expressions and tilted heads had the same look as hers. They were two small mutts from the dog pound and here was this nine-pound creature, perfectly groomed.
She did not want to have anything to do with them. They attempted to paw at her, to engage in play, whatever this tiny four-legged animal was. However, her loud yap as their paws touched sent them running. Their cute faces looked hurt, as everyone else wanted to play with them. Gigi didn’t move from her spot; it was not only because she had not seen another dog before, but because she really had not used her legs until now, always being carried everywhere.
The next shock for little Gigi was dry dog food. She actually turned her little snoot up in the air, turning her head to the side, as the bowl was set in front of her. It did not take too long before she accepted the grain. She learned quickly there was competition in this household. If she raised her nose up as a sign of disgrace for the food, one of the other dogs was too happy to eat it for her. It also became the first time for her to accept a dog biscuit. My mother-in-law sadly exclaimed she bought biscuits, but Gigi would not eat them, curious why she would eat them for us. We laughed, saying Gigi was not about to step to the side. If the other two wanted her biscuit, she would let out one of her loud yaps, announcing her claim. They would quickly retreat, not wanting to hear more than once that warning to stay away. She even learned to sit up for the biscuit. Aunt Fern, Uncle Tom and Helen would be quite indignant if they knew their baby had to beg for the biscuit, but Gigi loved it.
My mother-in-law departed to meet her maker, making Gigi a full member of the family. We inherited the collars and outfits, and her tiny stuffed dog, a gray poodle. The three dogs began to get along, even though it was more of a parallel play. She did let them get close to her, just not close to her food bowl or her dog biscuit. She did not need to worry; Pavlov’s Law of Contingency took immediate affect after those first few yaps.
The gray stuffed poodle rested on our bed every night, her paws resting atop it, making a new nest amongst the covers. I could not tell who was snoring louder, my husband or the dog. I decided it would be nicer to move out Gigi than my husband. I made a cute bed of pillows and blankets under my desk, the stuffed poodle resting nearby. Her yaps let me know she did not like this, but I stood my ground. I won’t say it was easy, but I remained stalwart.
She did not stay too mad at me. Soon, she was following me like a shadow, even if I was only moving across the room. Family members and friends would laugh how she stuck to me, never being more than a few inches away from my feet. Yes, I did hold her in my lap while I sat on the couch, reading or visiting with a friend. In the car, she had her own pillow, sitting next to me. In the evenings, though, she became my husband’s dog. She wanted to curl up on his lap, not mine. This became quite the routine for little Gigi. In time, the stuffed dog disappeared, her loving the life among the family.
By now, we had a fourth dog, a border collie. My husband had found her as a puppy deep in the mountains, abandoned under a tree. The collie and Gigi were quite accepting of one another. If the collie and the other ‘big’ dogs ran out the door, madly barking at a bird, she would follow suit, yapping her hardest, trying to keep up with them on her short legs. I do not think she ever knew there was a bird out there; she just knew if they were running and barking she should do this too.
Years slipped by, and she could not sit up to beg anymore. Her eyes filled with cataracts and her hearing was poor. She began to spend much of her time sleeping on her pillows, still making a nest, making sure her special blanket was in its special place. I had lost my shadow. She wanted to be in my lap to sleep, but felt more comfortable under the desk. As the other dogs ran for an ice cube, she tried to join them, but her precious legs would not let her. I saw it hurt her to take any step forward. I took a treat to her and the poor little thing could not even bite down on it. I held out her small bowl of water, seeing it was too difficult to take a sip.
Gigi had been declining over the past several months, but I could not bear to see her put to sleep. Just when I thought it was time, she would excitedly take a dog biscuit or run with the other dogs, happily joining them in the bird chase. Now, I knew it was time to say good-bye.
A month ago, I had called to find out what to do when this time came. It was a tough call that day, but it was easier for me this morning, knowing what to do. I picked her up with one hand, reaching for her favorite blanket with the other. I squeezed her tightly in a hug and placed her in the seat beside mine, this time putting her blanket down first. She immediately fell asleep during the half-hour drive. No longer could she sit up excitedly, staring out during our ride.
At Animal Care, a friendly clerk met me, opening the door for me. I explained to her what I knew I had to do. She was very caring, as was the other clerk, gently talking to me as I gave them the needed information. It was time for the clerk to walk around the desk and take this cherished friend from my arms. I gave her one final, tight hug and handed her to the kind staff member, having her place Gigi’s favorite blanket around her as they walked away. My eyes filled with tears.
She has now joined Aunt Fern, Uncle Tom and Helen. They have waited a long time for her. In no time, she will be eating steak and coddled for all eternity. As they beam that their Gigi has finally come home, I continue to have tears running down my cheeks. God knew what He was doing, blessing all of us with the infinite love of an endearing nine-pound poodle.
Though I have a hole in my heart, my little dog is now at peace. I smile as I envision the surprise of Aunt Fern, Uncle Tom and Helen, hearing Gigi let out a yap, running off to join her four-legged pals in their enchanting chase.
Monday, March 8, 2010
YESTERDAY
After writing yesterday’s blog, I received more responses than I ever have. It shows what the concept of death does to us. I thank everyone who sent me a note, as it helps me grow in my own spirituality.
Yes, we all know that death is part of life, and we understand how we will spend eternity with God. Yet, it does not undermine that we all hate to see a life end. My 94 year old mother is having a hard time, knowing the number of years ahead of her are limited. A dear cousin of mine said for me not to take how she reacts personally to current events. She is angry knowing the years ahead of her are few. I appreciate this note of wisdom. What a thought, to comprehend that there cannot be that many years left when one reaches her age.
My great aunt lived to be 106. She continues to be an inspiration to me, showing how a strong will, with her mentality intact, can have a long life. But, the quality of her life had ended; she could only talk, in a quiet voice, stretched out on the couch. Before, she was a vibrant woman. She was out milking the cows, canning food, and making a huge dinner in the middle of the day for her sons, who came in from the workings of the ranch to get a good meal, before they went out to work until sunset. She taught me how to make taffy, at the age of 16. I remember how my cousin, at the same age, went over to answer the phone, in the middle of the taffy making process. The ingredients had him holding one hand out, with the substance ready to go through a ‘twisting.’ He couldn’t do it, since he was on the phone. Great Aunt Mary ran across the kitchen, to fold over this dripping mess in his hands. She didn’t say a word; of course, she did let out a little sound of exasperation, but she never uttered a word of frustration.
I still have a photo of Great Aunt Mary on my refrigerator door. She is such an image of inspiration. The family recognized her as a blood relative, rather than marrying into the family. All of us saw her as reminding ourselves that this is what family is all about. She never complained. She instead took on the role of wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, neighbor and friend.
Though she has moved on to her eternal life, she is an example of what life is like now, and how it will be when we leave this world. No, none of us wish to leave those we love. We want to see them be in our lives forever. But, they will be in our eternal lives. We are sad they cannot be with us, as we witness celebrations and hallmarks in our lives. But, though we cannot hug them as we go through these special times, they are witnessing from above. Later in life, we will get to touch them and hold them in our lives once again. It is something hard to perceive right now in our current lives, but it will truly happen. God never disappoints us.
Stay in constant prayer with God. Never forget to talk to those who have gone before us. All of them can read our thoughts; it is part of the joy of being in Heaven. It is those heavenly creatures who bestow upon us little happenings, making our lives be a bit less hectic or a bit less painful. I remember the morning of the day I was to have a spinal tap. My father had passed away, but paid me a visit that morning, in a vision. I saw features on him that I forgotten, such as the gold tooth when he smiled. He told me not to worry, that he would be with me throughout the tap. Knowing this, I smiled throughout this procedure, as he was with me. What a difference it made. Imagine how horrific it had been if I didn’t know he was there the whole time!
Not everyone gets to have a vision; but it doesn’t mean the loved one is not there. Yes, through every incident, whether it is happy or sad, our loved ones are there, to cheer us on. This is what God wants, to have those special angels, alongside our guardian angels, to protect us. God has stated we are never alone, and He means it. Always, there is the presence of those who have passed on. Remember, they have passed on from this life, but they are continuing to live, under the glorious kingdom of God!
Yes, we all know that death is part of life, and we understand how we will spend eternity with God. Yet, it does not undermine that we all hate to see a life end. My 94 year old mother is having a hard time, knowing the number of years ahead of her are limited. A dear cousin of mine said for me not to take how she reacts personally to current events. She is angry knowing the years ahead of her are few. I appreciate this note of wisdom. What a thought, to comprehend that there cannot be that many years left when one reaches her age.
My great aunt lived to be 106. She continues to be an inspiration to me, showing how a strong will, with her mentality intact, can have a long life. But, the quality of her life had ended; she could only talk, in a quiet voice, stretched out on the couch. Before, she was a vibrant woman. She was out milking the cows, canning food, and making a huge dinner in the middle of the day for her sons, who came in from the workings of the ranch to get a good meal, before they went out to work until sunset. She taught me how to make taffy, at the age of 16. I remember how my cousin, at the same age, went over to answer the phone, in the middle of the taffy making process. The ingredients had him holding one hand out, with the substance ready to go through a ‘twisting.’ He couldn’t do it, since he was on the phone. Great Aunt Mary ran across the kitchen, to fold over this dripping mess in his hands. She didn’t say a word; of course, she did let out a little sound of exasperation, but she never uttered a word of frustration.
I still have a photo of Great Aunt Mary on my refrigerator door. She is such an image of inspiration. The family recognized her as a blood relative, rather than marrying into the family. All of us saw her as reminding ourselves that this is what family is all about. She never complained. She instead took on the role of wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, neighbor and friend.
Though she has moved on to her eternal life, she is an example of what life is like now, and how it will be when we leave this world. No, none of us wish to leave those we love. We want to see them be in our lives forever. But, they will be in our eternal lives. We are sad they cannot be with us, as we witness celebrations and hallmarks in our lives. But, though we cannot hug them as we go through these special times, they are witnessing from above. Later in life, we will get to touch them and hold them in our lives once again. It is something hard to perceive right now in our current lives, but it will truly happen. God never disappoints us.
Stay in constant prayer with God. Never forget to talk to those who have gone before us. All of them can read our thoughts; it is part of the joy of being in Heaven. It is those heavenly creatures who bestow upon us little happenings, making our lives be a bit less hectic or a bit less painful. I remember the morning of the day I was to have a spinal tap. My father had passed away, but paid me a visit that morning, in a vision. I saw features on him that I forgotten, such as the gold tooth when he smiled. He told me not to worry, that he would be with me throughout the tap. Knowing this, I smiled throughout this procedure, as he was with me. What a difference it made. Imagine how horrific it had been if I didn’t know he was there the whole time!
Not everyone gets to have a vision; but it doesn’t mean the loved one is not there. Yes, through every incident, whether it is happy or sad, our loved ones are there, to cheer us on. This is what God wants, to have those special angels, alongside our guardian angels, to protect us. God has stated we are never alone, and He means it. Always, there is the presence of those who have passed on. Remember, they have passed on from this life, but they are continuing to live, under the glorious kingdom of God!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
AN ACCEPTANCE
No matter when death happens, we do not expect it. It may be sudden, or it may be a loved one, being ill over a period of time. Whenever it is, it is hard to accept. Someone we have loved, cared for, whom we have laughed with, talked with, and shared a hug, is no longer there. So often, the first question is to ask God why. Why did you do this, God? Why did you let this happen? Why did you let this person suffer? This is the hardest thing to grasp; the next hardest thing is realizing God didn't cause the suffering, the illness, nor the sudden death. He gave us choices to make, while others were done to human error, and still others due to the chemistry of the body, a mix-up of the make-up.. God would not impose suffering upon anyone; that was taken care of when he offered His Son so the rest of us, for all of the generations to come. God created all of us, but to decide on the genetics of everyone is not up to Him. He may have others suffer more than our brethren, but He may have felt these are the ones who can inspire all of us, to continue to give all we have in order to survive. These are the ones to whom He has a special connection. If this other person go through a hardship, then so can the next. Showing a positive, strong attitude is a definite attribute to survival. Even those who pass away during the suffering leave an impact for those left behind. His Son may have died, but once in awhile, He needs to send a reminder to us how we must live our lives. He doesn't pick anyone to go through an early death, He picks those special few to whom He feels can leave an impact upon many. As years go by, we still do not forget those who left life before their time. But, we must continue to remember it is because God chose them, to leave their mark, affecting a multitude of plenty. We recall, through them, never to take life for granted. Sometimes, it is easy to forget the role of God and the good life He gives us. By selecting a certain few, the message is once again delivered that all of us are gifts from God. Without those giving their lives, we can tend to forget the wonders of our mighty Lord. How glorious He will make the lives of those who suffered, so the rest of us may have a better life!
It is hard for those whom are left behind. It is out of order, to have someone young pass away, or a child before the parents. It does not matter if the child is now an adult; this person is still passing away before the individual's time. It is the time to ask God to give comfort to the family, to the friends and to welcome the loved one into Heaven. Ask that there will no longer be pain, nor suffering, nor a sadness among the deceased. It is very, very hard for those left behind. As the loved ones continue to try and go on with life, it is a time to remember that the one whom has passed away is now in a peace we cannot describe until we are there to join our endearing person. It may take years to begin to envelop this peace. Let all of us pray for those going through such a catastrophic process. We are to never judge those continuing in their sorrow. We are only to pray for their wellness, that they one day feel the peace their loved one feels, now living an eternal life with God.
It is hard for those whom are left behind. It is out of order, to have someone young pass away, or a child before the parents. It does not matter if the child is now an adult; this person is still passing away before the individual's time. It is the time to ask God to give comfort to the family, to the friends and to welcome the loved one into Heaven. Ask that there will no longer be pain, nor suffering, nor a sadness among the deceased. It is very, very hard for those left behind. As the loved ones continue to try and go on with life, it is a time to remember that the one whom has passed away is now in a peace we cannot describe until we are there to join our endearing person. It may take years to begin to envelop this peace. Let all of us pray for those going through such a catastrophic process. We are to never judge those continuing in their sorrow. We are only to pray for their wellness, that they one day feel the peace their loved one feels, now living an eternal life with God.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
VASTNESS
VASTNESS
As I envision the vastness of the sea, never seeing where it ends, my thoughts lead me to another vastness, that of Heaven. Up in the skies there is a mighty Kingdom, God’s Kingdom. It is flowing over with love, stretching into eternity. I try to conceptualize what Heaven looks like, knowing it is a nirvana of divine happiness. God provides His domain with peace, calmness, joy and serenity. The tranquility is one of pure bliss. It is time to relax in this harmonious world. There is no more grieving, sadness, pain, worries or judgment. They have been erased from the mind. It is time now to laugh, sing and dance, and even skip merrily if you want. No one will care.
Elegant pools are endless, holding clear, cold water, ever so pure. How fresh the water is, sipping it, tasting it. Awe-inspiring waterfalls hang over the edge of the pools, pouring their crisp sprays of water into the boundless gardens. Gardens of every kind permeate the Kingdom. There are simple gardens of petunias and massive gardens of iris and orchids, unleashing a fragrance of fine perfume. The lush greens and colors make it an enchanted dreamland. Stepping away from the gardens, there are more pools, this time brimming over with warm water. How nice it is to immerse into the pool, with only the gentlest of wave in it, providing a soothing sense of placidity to the soul.
In the distance, there is music heard. The angels are forever joyful, displaying their exuberance through song. Voices, harps and trumpets create a splendid symphony. There is no time in heaven, meaning there are always jubilant sounds heard, as the warmness of the sun radiates upon them.
This grand empire belonging to God holds the generations of loved ones who have left us. They are waiting patiently to grasp the hands of those who have departed from earth, welcoming them to their new home, a timeless life in Paradise.
As I envision the vastness of the sea, never seeing where it ends, my thoughts lead me to another vastness, that of Heaven. Up in the skies there is a mighty Kingdom, God’s Kingdom. It is flowing over with love, stretching into eternity. I try to conceptualize what Heaven looks like, knowing it is a nirvana of divine happiness. God provides His domain with peace, calmness, joy and serenity. The tranquility is one of pure bliss. It is time to relax in this harmonious world. There is no more grieving, sadness, pain, worries or judgment. They have been erased from the mind. It is time now to laugh, sing and dance, and even skip merrily if you want. No one will care.
Elegant pools are endless, holding clear, cold water, ever so pure. How fresh the water is, sipping it, tasting it. Awe-inspiring waterfalls hang over the edge of the pools, pouring their crisp sprays of water into the boundless gardens. Gardens of every kind permeate the Kingdom. There are simple gardens of petunias and massive gardens of iris and orchids, unleashing a fragrance of fine perfume. The lush greens and colors make it an enchanted dreamland. Stepping away from the gardens, there are more pools, this time brimming over with warm water. How nice it is to immerse into the pool, with only the gentlest of wave in it, providing a soothing sense of placidity to the soul.
In the distance, there is music heard. The angels are forever joyful, displaying their exuberance through song. Voices, harps and trumpets create a splendid symphony. There is no time in heaven, meaning there are always jubilant sounds heard, as the warmness of the sun radiates upon them.
This grand empire belonging to God holds the generations of loved ones who have left us. They are waiting patiently to grasp the hands of those who have departed from earth, welcoming them to their new home, a timeless life in Paradise.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Thank You
As certain pieces of sacred music are played, it hits my soul. It doesn't hit me lightly; it is with a mighty force. I try not to let it affect me. But, it doesn't work that way. I can hear it non-stop, yet I continue to fall apart. The force of God is strong. None of us can stop what God wants, no matter the way He wants to touch us. I cannot sing even a nursery rhyme, yet hearing sacred music digs deep into my soul. God is telling me that though I cannot sing, I can still have music touch my heart. It is now nearly 1:30 in the morning. I should be sleeping. Instead, I want to hear one more 'Ave Maria,' one more 'Alleluia,' one more piece from Bach's ' Magnificat.' I get caught up in the music, not wanting it to end. I thank God for all those He has blessed with a voice directly from Heaven. Those with this magnificent gift are able to affect the rest of of us, more than words can ever say. I thank you.
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