Heart to Heart
Dear Kindred Spirits in Christ,
I want to share a dream with you that a dear friend had, following the passing of my son in 2019. She said that Grant appeared in what looked like a hologram, with a radiant smile, and impressed upon her what seemed to be a telepathic message.
He told her that we shouldn't be sad, because there is no sadness in heaven - and that everyone there is connected heart to heart - with a universal language...I think of this often, and rejoice for the beautiful signs I've received, and for a dream such as this. My son is blissfully happy now, forever. But my sadness? It still comes and goes, as time moves along and life continues. Yet it's not a hopeless sorrow - I have great hope for our futures. Can you feel your loved ones gone on? Do you also wait to be reunited with great expectation?
I remind myself that while we remain here, it's important to make the most of our lives, for God's kingdom, and for each other. Proverbs 4:23 states: Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Proverbs 27:19 says, As water reflects the face, so one's life reflects the heart. Since love is the greatest commandment, then to feel connected heart to heart, as the family of Christ, is truly the way we should live here, on earth. On earth, as it is in heaven...
There are days when this is easy for me. I feel love for my fellow man. I pray for everyone. I try to do something worthwhile. Then something happens, and I fail the test, and it's a sinking feeling. It's hard to love the unlovable, and it's difficult to forgive at times. But we know we're supposed to, and we must forgive to be forgiven. So I take a deep breath, and repent, and try again the next day.
I need You Jesus! We all need You!
The day is coming when our struggles will be over. We will be with our LORD and our loved ones in a perfect eternity. We'll be connected heart to heart, without fail. For now, I turn to Psalm 51:10: Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Love Always,
Marti