Cindy Krall | Heaven and Home. There’s Hope to be Found When We’ve Lost Someone.
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I haven’t done this much people watching in a very long time. Of course, I haven’t had this long of a layover in years. Four hours in O’Hare provides perfect people-watching opportunity.

“Pretty Peacock” girl and I shared an interest in Einstein Bagels. Her multi-striped hair color was mesmerizingly beautiful.

The “We Need to Be Home Now” family looked like vacation had taken its toll.

“Mr. Military” couldn’t help but garner attention with his smart attire, clean shaven looks, and countenance that made one wonder where he’d come from.

But it was the cough that caught me off guard.

I hadn’t even noticed her. She was a mere four feet away and I nearly missed her unassuming form.

But for the cough. It was a petite sound as far as coughs go. Of course, it wasn’t the cough itself that grabbed my attention. It was the fact that this stranger’s cough sounded just like my mother’s.

How strange is that? It’s true though, isn’t it? It’s just that we never really think about those things while our loved one is still around.

  • The click in our husband’s heel when he gets out of bed.

  • The son that announces his entrance with snapping fingers.

  • The daughter who invariably hums while she studies.

  • The Grandpa who clears his throat before the dinner blessing.

  • The sister’s syncopated footfall.

All markers that make our loved one…our loved one!

The holidays are always hard when it comes to missing those we love. This recent Christmas was no exception. Mom’s been gone four years but this holiday felt as though I hadn’t heard her cough for forty years.

My heart is pinching as I type.

Oh, how I miss her.

Her cough. Her wit. Her hands. Her smile. Her wisdom. Her cooking. Her accountability.

I miss it all.

How about you? Is there someone you miss?

The good news is that as fast as a wave of ache can come over us we can tell the ache to take a hike! We simply have to boss our heart around with truth.

The truth regarding my mother is this———

In the end, her broken body betrayed her but right now, this very minute, she’s fully alive and living fully!

I’m grateful beyond words to know that I’ll see her again. But if you’re like me sometimes the “lonely’s” make me forget what I know to be true.

Believers can bank on a heavenly reunion.

Think about that for a minute, will you?

The quirk.

The colic.

The humor.

The heart.

The things you miss as you wonder,

“Will I ever see them again?”

Now, boss your heart around with this truth:

“You’ll see it with your own eyes———all those painful partings turned into reunions! God’s Promise.” Zephaniah  3:20

I’ll close with this excerpt from Randy Alcorn’s book, Heaven.

“Those whom you laid in the grave with many tears are in good keeping: you will yet see them again with joy. Believe it. Think it. Rest on it. It is all true.

Savoring the journey with you,

Cindy

5 Comments
  • I love you. The “missing” can feel unbearable at times, drowning out the OTHER truth that we will see them again. This is so good. xoxo

    January 20, 2018
  • I use the same bath soap as my grandma just so for those few minutes I can close my eyes and feel as if I am back at her house and surrounded by her love! Thanks for your encouragement to boss my heart around and look forward to our reunion! I know exactly how sweet she’ll smell!

    January 21, 2018
      • Caress soap was my Grandma’s go to! Scents are powerful memory triggers for me! I have a nose that knows! Haha!

        January 25, 2018

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