I found myself in the throne room. God was on his throne. I was amidst a throng of angels. The most I could make out were great white wings. Like swans. There was music that broke the air like shattered prisms of reflected light. A great chandelier tinkling to the floor. Here a trumpet, there a cymbal .... the tuba and trombone. I wondered how the shepherds heard it .... that angel choir. It thrilled my soul and brought a smile to my lips.
I felt welcome from the throne. God took the form of Sean Connery ... the man who would be king. There is a good bit of comedy in heaven.
So there was God the Father sitting on the throne. God the Son stood beside me ..... God the Holy Spirit rested within me. I thought about what it meant for God the Son to be "the only begotten". Jesus smiled at me and said that it meant that he always was. Jesus generally waits for me to ask him a question before he speaks .... most often if I ask him to tell me something he simply says' "I love you". I love him too.
I was up here today because I was grieved. Last night I flipped from one channel to another ..... the repetitive topic was child abuse. In America there are stiff penalties for it. A deterrent some, but in other countries there are fewer laws and protections for children. How do you imprison a man when his children may starve .... how do you imprison a quarter of the population? Who do you blame when children grow up to abuse children who grow up to abuse children. Where are the reference points for righteousness and holiness? I felt overwhelmed. "I want to come home." I said. The problems are too great. Jesus looked at me and said, "But you are the salt of the earth." .... a point of light. But what can I do .... how can I pray ...
Thy kingdom come ... Thy will be done ... on earth as it is in heaven ... please
I will tell you this; I knew my children were sacred from conception. I knew that to abuse them could cause fractures in the mother / child relationship that might never be mended. I knew that my children were on loan to me from God and that I would have to give an accounting. I knew to let my children go with God. He was the best thing for them. I was not a perfect mother .... I have more of the Holy Ghost now then I did then. But to my deepest joy, my children are glad to see me... glad to visit on the holidays. I sit in the back seat now. They are married with families of there own. But I still encourage, smile and listen to the latest. And I pray for them .... I know that God has his hand on them. I know they have a plan and a purpose. I'm deeply grateful that he used me as a blessing to them and I hope to continue as such .... willing to be there if needed.
I pray for Samira too and her little friends in Haiti. Don't be in too much of a hurry to grow up. Be a child. The children of heaven are so beautiful. Some passed through a difficult way to get there. But oh they are so full of joy. What would heaven be without children? Remember your creator while you are young and be filled with the Spirit now. Don't let anyone tell you that to be a "baby" is a bad thing. You will always be my baby, just like my boys who are now men. I will protect you like I protected them. Childhood can be a happy place.
