My post today as I get ready for tomorrow…
This is morbidly funny on the anniversary eve of Jim’s graduation to glory! (Just the kind of thing he would have told)
(A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address!!!!)
A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during
a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where
they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it
was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left
Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down
the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer
in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he
accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without
realizing his error, sent the email.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home
from her husband’s funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory
following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email
expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and
fainted. The widow’s son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer
screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I’ve Arrived
Date: Nov. 22, 2010
I know you’re surprised to hear from me. They have computers
here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I’ve just
arrived and have been checked in. I’ve seen that everything has been
prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then!!!!
Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!!!
Have I told you that my husband died? I feel like I can’t stop myself from telling people that my husband died. It’s weird. It has been 3 years and I have not reached the point where I can keep it to myself. It is like this little fact that has to be known and yet I don’t say it like a parrot: My husband died; My husband died; My husband died. I don’t tell strangers or shout it out the window while the car is moving, or bring it up in random conversations. I don’t want the pitiful looks or comments, nor do I want the people who try to change the subject or cheer me up, but I do like to talk about him. Jim was smart and funny and wise and musical and magical and godly. He was my best friend and partner in ministry for over 30 years (more than half my life). I am a positive person and I love to laugh. My health is good. My kids are amazing. I love my job. I am not drowning in grief. I am busy and have friends and meaningful conversations. I love God and Disneyland and my husband died. I just can’t help bringing it up. When I talk about him, it keeps our story alive. Jim may be dead but his memory is alive. When I am happy, I have not forgotten him. He died. I remember that every day again.
1 Cor. 2:9 ” No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him.”
Heaven is where Jesus is.
It is the place-
where everything lasts forever,
where everything that is best remains,
where everything good is celebrated,
where light fills every space,
where love fills every heart,
where worship fills every breath,
where praise never stops,
where pain never enters,
where joys never cease.
— Roy Lessin