It was a silky, milky
Scene this past Sunday
Beyond the lake bluff.
The horizon had been erased,
Reminding me of the day
That had reminded me of
The first of the last seven days of my mother’s life.
There had been no divide
Between water and
Sky, heaven and
Earth, the
Father and Son, the
Spirit and me, my mother and me, on that day either.
It was as if a white quilt of grace had been tossed
Down, bending into earth
From heaven, blending
Death into life
For me to see and
Take note.
We are one, my mother and I,
As we are one with God.
Beyond the silky veil
Of timelessness, where
Our eyes are unscaled to see
The Unseen,
Heaven exists.
Where eyes can see and hear and say, God is
Always nearer
Than we think.
The silky day years ago had been a Milky memorial
Morning then, too.
The rain had been
Falling throughout
The early hours. I had
Spent more time than
I’d planned, praying.
I had to throw on jeans,
A t-shirt and black jacket,
Grab my backpack,
And jump on my bike
To get to work on time.
More and more, there
Had been no divide.
The more I consumed
Of God’s love, the less
I wanted of anything
Else. It showed up
Everywhere, in
Everything and everyone
All throughout the day
And night.
I became content
Listening,
Waiting,
Hearing,
Watching,
Seeing.
That morning, the sky
Had connected itself
To the water. There was
No divide no globe of light
Yet the Sun was apparent, everywhere.
There was not
A shimmer
Of its glitter on the
Water. Like I said,
It was a silky, milky,
Misty kind of morning.
But then suddenly, as if my thoughts
Had brought the scene about,
Three lights appeared
On the water,
Twinkling like stars,
Reminding me of the words
My mother had read on
That morning, the first of her last seven days—
“I am with you,
I am with you,
I am always with you.
Heaven’s bells continually
Peal with that promise
Of My Presence.”
As if I were being asked,
“Can you hear them?”
I nodded.
My mother and
I are still one.
Pay attention.
Open your eyes, be a witness
To things beyond your
Imagination. At
Unexpected times,
In unexpected ways,
God is speaking.
My ears were opened.
That day, I saw, then
Heard.
When you think you
Can’t hear God, see deeper.
When you think you can’t see God, listen harder.
We are all one.
*October 30, “Jesus Calling,” Sarah Young
The Devotional my mom was reading at that time, which many of us then read. My dad gave us each a copy the Christmas after her passing. It kept her close.
My prayers this morning are with all who are hurting over loved ones lost to war and affliction.
God created three heavens. The clouds the rain the fog the snow the hail the sleet are all the first heaven.
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So beautifully expressed — this presence, this truth, this life. Thank you.
There is no place we can go from the presence of God. His presence accompanied your mother to Heaven and is with her still. What reassurance for you and your family!
Thank you♥️
Glennda, thank you!
Yes, it is. Your words are always a reassurance too!
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This is absolutely beautiful, Deb. One of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a while. (Also, I love Sarah Young’s devotionals! They have spoken to me so much.)
Jennifer, It’s so interesting to experience God each morning during my devotions. Just when I question if I should be spending time writing, praying about it, wondering if it’s enough, if I should be in Ukraine or…the Spirit moves within me, wiping away my tears, affirming. I can’t explain how beautiful that is to experience. Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. ♥️
Deb
You are so welcome, Deb! And that is absolutely beautiful.
So beautiful! And I relate. Hugs🤗🍂🍁🌈🙋♀️
Thanks Morag❤️❤️
Pleasure.
What a precious gift from your Heavenly Father, Deb, that you can sense your mother’s presence, that you are one with her as you are one with Him. You’ve beautifully captured the depth of meaning this simple fact provides in your spirit. Love the imagery of earth, sky, and water blending seamlessly together–a silky veil of timelessness. So very lovely.
So beautiful!
Thank you so much, Stephanie. 🙏💛
Nancy, you’re exactly right—a precious gift from the Father. It’s overwhelming at times. Thank you so much for your beautiful words and depth of understanding. ♥️