Through the tears that randomly come now my mind searches the past, the memories we have made with mom....I saw this picture in my mind of this hand reaching down. I'm not sure if its me that He reaches out too... our whether that outreached hand is reaching her way calling her name....beckoning her to come home. I heard this song this weeks that says that "I have unaswered prayers, I have trouble that I wish wasn't there. I have asked a thousand ways that you would take this pain away. I am trying to understand how to walk this weary land. To make straight the paths I find...oh Lord before these feet of mine." When my world is shaking I never leave your hands. When you walked upon the broken earth you healed the lost of hope. I know you hate to see me cry...one day you will set all things right. When my world is shaking, Heaven stands, when my heart is breaking I never leave your hands. Your hands are holding me....they still are holding me. I never leave your hands. I never leave your hands. JJ Heller "Your Hands"Time flys by as I remember so well being that little girl that she used to guide along in life and now I hold her hand to cross those dangerous streets, when once she walked me to the bathroom I now take her cold, fragile hand in mine as I lead her to the bathroom. I know now why she used to sit and just watch me sleep, as now I sit and watch her sleep and its beauty to me. Lord I don't want to let her go....but I know you are finishing up her new home made especially for her and that everyone that she loved along the way already are awaiting her, my brother or sister that she never got to hold she will soon meet. Her father whom I watched her cry endless tears over as he passed away. Oh I remember the pain of that day for her so much. I remember where she sat and wept and the inability to console that place in her heart that her father held. Soon he will embrace her as will Her heavenly father. What will she see.......will it be a beautiful summer day....oh I think YES, the flowers will bloom with fragrances and colors I can only imagine. Even the trees will sing songs that we could only imagine. So mom.....Fly Away Home....Fly Away Home.....Fly Away Home. That hand is outreached for you, He's ready to take you home whenever you're ready to go. We love you so much mom and nothing will ever change that love. And we will see you soon.....as in Heaven it will seem like minutes to you before we arrive to join you. Fly Away Mom.....Fly Away Home.
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