The Sound of Silence

I'm home all alone...well, not totally alone...my six babies are here sleeping on my bed in their designated spots. Curled up in their little fur coats. I love my puppies! Yet, it's totally quiet...all I hear is a slight ringing in my ears...nothing new. Lord, are you here? Ah..yes, there you are. So I'm not totally alone. This makes me think of Mom Cranford, 84 years old, lives in a trailer in the woods of North Carolina. Within six months, lost two sons who had been living with her for over 10 years, to cancer. I ask her if she's alright living there all by herself and she replies "Yes, because I know Jesus is here and at night I curl up on my recliner and ask Him to just hold me .. And He does.". She has this unbelievable assurance that her boys, whom God loaned her she reminds me, are back with their Father in heaven and she will, most definitely will, see them again. She grieves, yet not like those who have no faith. It truly is comforting to me to know she's going to be alright. She reminds me that every day is a gift from God and she praises Him for every day. We have amazing conversations that last at least an hour. Each of us taking turns sharing our favorite scriptures and miracles we've seen. Then I think of my sister, who lost her daughter, my niece, Angela. The doctors said Angela had 19 heart defects and wouldn't make it a year. However, God allowed us to borrow her for 25 years. She went to be home with the Lord three years ago, come this Tuesday. My poor sister, how I ache for her grief...she shared the guilt she had, as if that contributed to anything the Lord decides. I pray that the Lord will give her some peace and remind her daily that Angela is with the Lord. We will see her again. I so want her to have some comfort like Mom does. Maybe soon she will. I believe she will. Life is short and not only are our loved ones only here for a little while, but so are we. I wonder if we knew how much precious little time we had with each of them, if we would love them harder, forgive them quicker and really listen to their hearts. My Aunt and Uncle lost their only son and yet, they recall some precious times they had with Shawn. He was 35 and very healthy and handsome. Prime of his life. Who would have thought....? This sound of silence I hear helps me reflect on people in my life that I love. It reminds me that we are vapors...here for a little while to love people to Christ... Let's take the time to be in a quiet moment and allow the Lord to speak to us, to teach us and to fill us with His love. I ask you Lord to fill me with your love! Give me wisdom and understanding. Help me think on good things, above, not things on this earth. Let us curl up on your lap and ask You to hold us. Let's be still....and know that You are GOD...