February 22, 2014
As I sit down to write this morning, I am reminded that it is George Washington's 282nd birthday. During the night, I had a revelation concerning that topic that we all dread - death.  It's simply a transition stage - and nothing to fear.  I was sleeping and all of a sudden, in a very clear voice, I heard my mother say "Oh for the love of God!"  Grandma Walker has been gone now since 9/5/08, coming up on six years.  I only heard her utter that phrase in a time of frustration. The two events I mentioned above serve to remind me that we ARE connected to the ages.  We are timeless.  God's Word tells us that He knew us before the foundations of the world..  Then he birthed us into the earth on the timeline of His choice.  George's was 1732, Arlene's was 1922, mine was 1956, and Levi's was 2010.  As I lay there pondering these things in the night, I looked out into our hallway and saw Rick's sister's, (Donita), picture hanging on the wall.  She died at age 2 of leukemia - probably around 1945 or so.  Even though his mother, Arloween, was a faithful, loving, mother.....there was a hollow place in her heart where she just didn't have the confidence to believe for things.  During her Golden (50th) Anniversary party, I remember her telling me: "You know, I think Dad really does love me."  He had given her a new gold watch with diamonds in it.  It's almost as if she was afraid to believe that he did, because she might lose another piece of her heart...and she couldn't bear to do that after having already lost a child. And there was the time when we tried to talk to her about eternity, and how she could have that "blessed assurance" now....while she was still among us.  She just kept repeating "Well, I hope when I get to the Pearly Gates that they'll let me in".  If only she had mastered this concept that death is just a transition phase of eternity.  We shed our body shells, so to speak, to go on to the next phase.  I cannot write about that with any degree of certainty, as I am still here in the earth among the living.  There is a movie debuting in April of 2014 that many are interested in seeing.  It's about a little 4 year old boy who died, went to Heaven, and came back to tell his story.  The book is titled "Heaven is 4 Real".  It is with this great hope that I pray our Levi would be miraculously healed, live to witness the burial of me and Grandpa, and continue writing his own Legacy of Love....right here in this blog ♥