I'd like to share a teaching that has brought me great peace during times of grieving...

Imagine standing on the lawns of Heaven with your loved one at your side, anxiously waiting to step inside the Holy Gate. As the Gate begins to open, one of you must enter first, followed by the other. A split decision must be made.

Would you not be glad to let your loved one enter first, as you walk in closely behind them? This is, in fact, what you have done and there is neither cause nor reason for anything but celebration.

From this side of the Gate, you wait in patience, for what seems like an endless span of time, yet time is something you made up. In another instant of time you will enter behind your loved one, completely undismayed by how long it took to get there.

In Eternity, time does not exist. Your place in Heaven is guaranteed by God, Himself, and the Light of Heaven is your Holy Home. Only in dreams does your Home seem distant. Upon awakening, you will see there is no gap, no time, no separation, and in gratitude, you will discover that you never left.

It has been an honor to be a part of Roy's life on earth.  

With Much Love & Gratitude,
Cindy

 

One of my favorite things to do when I was growing up was follow my Dad around the garage as he worked on projects. He was an exceptional carpenter, handyman and wood worker. I was so annoying and he was so patient with me, despite the fact that patience, as it turns out, was not one of his greatest virtues.

I’d be out there asking him a million questions (how do you do this?, why do you do that? CAN I TRY?) Dad was a great teacher. On one special day, I graduated to the power tools. Dad stood me up on a stool, safety goggles in place, and taught me how to use a big old Delta drill press.

I’d stand there drilling hole after hole in scraps of wood for what seemed like hours, using every last drill bit in his set, until I was an “expert” hole-driller.  All the anticipated praise would flow and eventually I’d get a chance to drill holes for one of his projects. This was always my ultimate reward. Construction was one of his greatest passions, and it brought him such joy to share his talents with my brother and me.