I was sitting in a middle seat, fighting air sickness, the bane of my travel existence. I put in my earbuds, hit play, and a worship song began streaming into my ears that I had never really listened closely to before.
On the day when I see
All that You have for me
When I see You face to face
There surrounded by Your grace
All my fears swept away
In the light of Your embrace
Where Your love is all I need
and forever I am free
Kalkidan – she is free. I could almost see her, light, joyful. Tears began trickling down my cheeks.
Where the streets are made of gold
In Your presence healed and whole
Let the songs of heaven rise to You alone
No hurt or pain
You hold me now, You hold me now…
She is fully healed and whole – no weeping, no pain, no suffering. I wish I could see her, see heaven, just for a moment. I know it’s so much more, so much better than I could possibly imagine. But I’ve never been there and the emptiness in our hearts and our home is so loud, so big.
In the wee hours of the morning, I arrived home to find a box from a dear friend; her daughter created the painting at the top of this post. Kalkidan moved through life with energy and color. I can only imagine how vibrant and colorful she is now.
Heaven. Kalkidan. Jesus.
So much to think about, and so few words to say.
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