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' "Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet My unfailing love for you will not be shaken, nor My covenant of peace be removed," says the LORD.' ~ Isaiah 54:10

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"Most people never meet their heroes;
I grew up with mine." ♥

“And the one good thing about being down here, is that we’ll save on funeral expenses.” ~ Puddleglum (The Silver Chair)

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. ~ John F. Kennedy

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ~ Winnie the Pooh

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It Is Time

February 6, 2018

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The sliver of moon bowed low. 
As did the multitude of stars.
Then the sun sunk low it's proud head. 
The sky was barren and empty. 
A wasteland of black. 
There were no comets. 
No shooting stars.
Nothing moved. 

Then the sky was ripped apart. 
One half fled south.
The other, north. 
And I stood face to face with the Creator, Himself.

There was no feeling to describe it.
My knees grew weak.
My eyes dimmed.
My speech came to nothing.
I felt bare. 
Humble. 

The Creator's eyes were like blazing fires.
His cloak brighter than the sun,
who's face I had forgotten in my awe. 
His proclamation resonated all around me.
"It is time!" 
The ground trembled. 
I trembled. 
I hid my eyes from His glory.
His majesty. 

The end had now come. 

"To You goes all glory." 
I murmured. 
My lips shook. 

"My child." 

I lifted my head. 
Was the Creator addressing me? 
The wretch? 


"Your sins have been forgiven.
Forever. To all eternity." 

Tears streamed down my face.
A fearful weight was taken off of me. 

"Through Your mercy." 
I whispered.
I'm not worthy to look into His eyes. 

"Come, my precious child."
The Creator reached out a shining hand. 

Suddenly, I wasn't blinded. 
I was wearing a white cloak as well. 
My tears sparkled in His light. 
I touched His fingertips. 
The hand of God. 

"Enter into My kingdom." 

I bowed my head. 
"You alone are worthy to receive
glory, honor, and praise. 
Praise You, my Creator." 

Then we stepped through heaven's gates together. 
 

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