Sometimes when I’m praying, I close my eyes and there is an
immediate and unexpected picture revealed in my mind. Today, a rather grey and
grisly one here at Barehillock, I saw the upturned face of a 2-year-old child,
blond curls shining in the hot sunshine beaming down on a typical American back
porch.
I knew it was my sister, though I didn’t really know her in
any sentient way when she was 2 as I had just been born. I knew her – was I
seeing the memory of a forgotten picture from a photo album of my parents’? –
though I can’t say there was instant facial recognition. Just a deep inner
sense that I knew. This was Judy.
She was laughing and playful, full of fun and life.
Full of life. Judy passed away 25 years ago, when she was
still young. Too young. This picture I saw this morning was a gift, a reminder
that life does not cease when the body dies. Praise God for that. She is still
laughing, full of fun, somewhere else in this vast universe, or as close as my
breath. Who knows. But the promise is a promise. Life goes on. It just keeps
getting better.
With that awesome promise encouraging me, I will press on
with the tasks at hand, still missing her like crazy, but knowing, deep down,
that separation isn’t forever.
Life is.
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