January 28, 4:59pm: Chapter 11

Forgive me as I ramble today.

 

We attended a funeral yesterday.

The widower requested that the soloist sing

"I Can Only Imagine" 

but requested that the lyrics be slightly altered:

 

I can only imagine what it will be like
When [she walks] by Your side
I can only imagine what [her] eyes will see
When Your face is before [her]
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

[Chorus]
Surrounded by Your glory
What will [her] heart feel?
Will [she] dance for You, Jesus
Or in awe of You be still?
Will [she] stand in Your presence
Or to [her] knees will [she] fall?
Will [she] sing hallelujah
Will [she] be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine...

 

And so on through the entire song.

As the song was played,

I closed my eyes and did my own insertions.

[Verse 2]
I can only imagine when that day [came]
And [he found himself] standing in the Son
I can only imagine
[Now] all [he] will do is forever
Forever worship You
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine

[Chorus]
Surrounded by Your glory
What [did his] heart feel?
[Did he] dance for You, Jesus
Or in awe of You be still?

[Did he] stand in Your presence
Or to [his] knees, [did he] fall?
[Did he] sing hallelujah?
[Was he] be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine...

 

At the time of his crossing,

our daughter was gifted with a vision

of his entrance into Heaven.

"He looked so happy, mama!!"

I can only imagine.....

 

This eleventh anniversary has been different.

They all are.

Watch for an upcoming blog...

 

I have not slept well this week,

particularly the last two nights.

I have cried easily about everything.

 

I have thought of that cute, sweet boy

with whom I fell in infatuation.

 

 

 

I have thought of the handsome young man

for whom affection became love.

I have thought of that devoted daddy,

 

that doting "Big Papa".

I have thought of that loving, protective, passionate husband

for whom love had deepened and grown

into a thing of great beauty, 

admired and envied by many. 

I have thought of the great man of God

it was my privilege to walk home.

And I have praised God

for the privilege of being his wife.

I have praised God

for the sure knowledge that we will meet again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But, as it is written, 

“What no eye has seen, 

nor ear heard, 

nor the heart of man imagined, 

what God has prepared for those who love him” 

                                        ~~ 1 Corinthians 2:9 ~~