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Just Imagining

I remember the first time I heard the song I Can Only Imagine years ago.

Actually 1999.

It moved me to tears thinking of what I would see in heaven. One day.

Being with the Lord.

Walking by His side.

Forever in His Glory.

Joy filled my heart just trying to imagine it.

Then in 2009 my beloved mom went home to be with the Lord and at her request

I Can Only Imagine was played at her funeral.

Tears.  Thinking of her walking those streets with the Lord.

Surrounded by His Glory.

Hope filled my heart as I thought of being with my mom again

and together being with the Lord. One day.

The song brought comfort to my aching heart.

Recently I saw the movie I Can Only Imagine and was moved to tears

as the story of redemption and forgiveness and hope unfolded.

Have you seen it?

This story that touched me deeply. I wept through the whole movie.

My heart feeling the pain of the son who was emotionally and physically abused. Overflowing with emotion for his father who inspired him to write the song.



Simply hurting.

What a powerful reminder that forgiveness heals.

Forgiveness restores.

And forgiveness is possible.

How about you?

Do you struggle as you remember a loved one who is no longer here?

Daily dealing with grief and loss?

Daily feeling the emptiness of life without them?

And how about forgiveness—

Do you or someone you know need that story, that clear reminder that forgiveness

changes lives…even if that person is long since gone.

Breathe in the hope of forgiveness and grace.

Let it seep into those aching places of your soul and begin a work of healing.

Yes, it’s a song and a movie worth experiencing.

Let me know if you’ve seen it and how it was for you.

And together let’s imagine what it will be like…

one day.



Shining Moments

Coming home

arms embracing. Hugs and excited greetings.

I love homecomings. Don’t you?

A few years ago I flew home from Russia with little Jenny.

She was two at the time

no idea what was going on

how her whole world had changed with the adoption.

As the plane circled Washington DC

I could hardly wait to see my oldest.

She had been the strongest supporter of my adoption of Jenny

constantly cheering me through the lengthy process

but the separations were hard.

She on one side of the ocean

and I on the other

held together by His Love that will never let us go.

I drew Jenny closer to me as I felt the plane descending.

Just a few more minutes and I’d see her.

“I’ll be wearing a Santa hat,” she’d told me on the phone.

I closed my eyes and pictured her

dancing brown eyes,

dark curly hair.

I tried to imagine what our meeting would be like.

Seeing myself running towards her

while I held tiny Jenny.

Well, I might not run too fast with the cold I had picked up

but my joy would be overflowing, for sure,

I don’t like separations

and partings.

No, not since the time I was very young and spent months away from my family.

But coming home?

There is nothing like it.

As I mused, I suddenly felt the wheels of the plan touch the runway.

Excitement raced through me.


very soon I would hold both girls in my arms.

Minutes ticked by while the plane slowed to a stop

and we finally were able to disembark.

“Ready, Jenny?” I said looking into her eyes.

“You are just going to love your big sister.”

She stared back at me having no idea what I was saying.

Holding Jenny with one arm

I balanced my purse and carryon with the other.

Soon, I kept telling myself as I walked.

Soon and very soon.

And then I walked through the doorway and entered a huge area

With people lined all around

some cheering and calling out names

others waving their arms.

My eyes scanned the crowd

looking and looking

back and forth as my heart beat loudly.

And then I saw my sweet girl

Santa hat and all

waving her petite arms at me and a smile that lit up my world.

Tears stung the back of my eyes.

“Thank you, Lord, for bringing me home.”

Together at last.

Homecomings. Glorious gatherings that remind me of that time

when we will walk across to heaven

to be greeted by all those who have gone before.

Scanning the faces

looking hard to see the faces that are so very dear.

For now, it might seem very long.

Our longing to hold and embrace is strong.

But there’s a great day coming and I can hardly wait.

How about you?

Just imagine what it will be like…….

Shining Moments

Adopting my second daughter took longer than the first

    but it was worth all the efforts. Definitely.

So although I longed to go back to Maine with both girls

 it was a couple of years until that day came.

“Jenny, do you want to see the ocean?”

She would giggle and squeal with laughter while we told her stories and stories

   about our adventures in Maine.

I’d show her old photos

  but no picture can really capture that great expanse of water.

  She’d just have to see it with her own eyes.

Finally the tickets were bought for us to fly

  and we knew that it would really be a reality.

All three of us..


    laughing in the breeze

    gathering sand dollars and licking our ice cream cones.

I will never forget the day when she first saw the ocean with her own eyes.

Speechless joy!

Back and forth she ran

   Never having thought it was as great as this.

Yes, I oftentimes think we will feel the same way when we see Jesus.

Wonder and awe that will leave us without words

   but on our knees.

No matter how often we read His Word

  still our finite minds can not take it in.

His Glory.

His Grace.

His Power.

My simple clicking on these keys falls far in efforts to describe it.

But that radiant wonder on Jenny’s face

  as she frolicked and played

  running barefoot on the long stretch of sand

     with the seagulls overhead

  gives me a glimpse of the joy that is before us.

Pure joy.

Up ahead.

Far greater than we can think or imagine.

My heart longs for that place in Maine

   but a greater longing is for Home.

To one day see Him face to face.

How about you?

Are you ready?

May our longings spur us on to spend each day wisely

   and joyfully.

It’s coming.