We Will Kiss The Sky

Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons (Jeremiah 8:7)

This Christmas has been one of the most spiritual times I can ever recall. I will long remember this moment.

Even though my shopping is not completed and my cooking remains undone—I embrace the magic that exudes my world during this extraordinary season.

My dreams sparkle in the night through the reflection of my precious loved ones as if my fallen tears had just graced a recently fallen snow; diamonds brilliant in the horizon, making known its worth.

As with my sweet daddy, the moments that his eyes and mine connect, our spirits dance. I love his eyes. They speak volumes to me. They tell his story. They share his love.

So is with my husband. I love his eyes. I can read his emotions through his eyes although he wishes that I did not.

But there is an endless life within the spirits that have come together. Without words and only with the spirits of our soul we can sway quietly to the music and we will find “rest quietly in the arms of the Son.” (Words of my daddy this week as he was completely unaware—it was as if our Lord was speaking)

As the music plays and only heard by those connected to the spirit, the wind brushes by warming our hearts, bringing in new hope and our Papa, Our Lord, will pick us up and guide us to the clouds in our journey. There we will kiss the sky. There some will go on with Papa; some will stay to complete their earthly tasks.

It is our passage to walk loved ones into His arms, is it not?

One day, however, we will all reunite as one….

But for now, take flight… and kiss the sky with those we love…


Happy Birthday Jesus,