There is a song I listen to often that makes me cry with excitment. I am so excited for my return to see my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. For all my questions to finally be answered. I have so many questions. I want to know why my mom had to be taken at this particular time. I want to know if our prayers are heard by everyone in heaven, like a big microphone. The ones we love up there hear them, and my mom here's and says "there's my Jen praying to our Father, good job Jenny." How often are the ones we love with us comforting us. I want to make it back, and have my Heavenly Father proud of me and say to me " You indured well"
Its hard loosing a loved one on earth it hurts so bad. I constantly ache to see her and want to be with her. So I see her face at the front of the crowd of people awaiting my arrival in heaven. I always wonder what it was like for my mom when she went back home to so many people that missed her so much. To all my children and all there children that haven't even begun this test on earth!
So this is the words to a song I listen to often, while I listen I think of heaven and when I get to be born into the spirit world once again and how that must feel.
I have often dreamed of a far off place. Where a great warm welcome will be waiting for me. Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where i'm ment to be. I will find my way. I can go the distance, i'll be there some day if I can be strong. I know every mile will be worth my while. I don't care how far somehow i'll be strong.
Friday, October 5, 2007
This is my disapproving look!!
In trying to support my husband I have found myself having to deal with many things I would rather not have to deal with. He loves animals its a bit of a hobby really, So 3 years ago came the obsession with dogs, watching dog shows and looking on line to find the perfect breed of dog. I didn't really want a huge mastiff (one of the biggest breeds that exist, so we have a horse in the back yard) .... Then that obsession died out and the reptile mania began. One year ago Ben went to a reptile expo and got our first snake! I was furious at the time, then it became a fun bonding time for the boys and Ben. They would go get a mouse together and watch it eat and yell and scream about how awesome it was. Then a few weeks ago another reptile expo came along, Ben was more excited then Christmas morning. It was ridiculous. So I said get one snake and that is all. He kept saying we will see, so with a disapproving look they were off. When they came home they had two snakes, (I was not surprised) So now I sit around and wonder am I supportive of just plain stupid.