"We could run through fields of daisies…"

This afternoon, my dad asked me to print out some copies of “Katie’s Heaven letter” for my family to be able to distribute them to different individuals that Katie’s Comfort Ministry ministers to. We had run out of our current supply, and he had been asking me to print them out for quite some time. However, today I finally answered his request to not only print the letters, but also to proofread the letter. (Thanks for asking me to do that, Dad!) For, in proofreading the letter, my heart was reminded once again of the love my sister had for her Lord and also of the deep, personal love the Lord has for us, His little children.

I want to share this “Heaven” letter with you, my readers. It is such a precious opportunity for me to be able to read the words she so honestly prayed to the Lord in October of 2005 (just five months before arriving in Heaven), and I pray that the words she wrote also touch your heart–allowing you to glimpse the love of a Savior who is not only infinite and beyond our understanding, but He is also near to us–His presence is with us even in such normal activities as brushing our teeth in the morning or watching a sunset being painted across the sky. He has provided us with a purpose, and part of which is preparing a place for us in Heaven–a place my sister is already enjoying with her Best Friend. Be blessed as you read…

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I think heaven’s gonna be a lot like childhood.  There will be innocence.  There will be kickball.  There will be big slides that run down mansions.  There will be neighborhood cook-outs and Jesus will be the fireworks.  We will all turn our eyes to Him.  It will be a little like the Fourth of July when me and Bethany would play for hours in the sun and go swimming and run around.  You are the sparklers.  God, you are sensational.  It will be like the morning of Christmas when I would wake up the house because my stomach was gnawing itself and jumping because I was so excited.  It will be like a wedding ceremony—the elation after the bride says I do and they kiss.  It will be open and real.  There will be hippie skirts and sunshine and I think the houses will be made of glass so we can all see each other because there will be nothing to hide—no barriers.  I think there will be different colors than here.  God will be the main attraction and perhaps we’ll want to do nothing less than worship Him.  When I get to heaven, God, I want to lay at your feet and listen toyour words and hear your breathing.  I want to hold your warm, fleshy hand & kiss you a billion times for what you’ve done.  I will hold you for a moment longer.  It will be like the feeling Charlie gets when he found the golden ticket.  Yet nothing will compare to it—to seeing your face.  I think it will be lovely.

Your eyes will sparkle and your smile will have lines that raise to your eyes and I’ll just be able to feel your love for me by being near you and I’ll remember all the promises you had for me since I was a little girl, all the whispers you spoke in my softest dream, all the hope you instilled in me, the purpose, laying your hand on me when I went to sleep, letting me know in my deepest heart that you had a great purpose for my life.  I want to follow that.  I want to walk in that.

I remember when I lost it and turned to the world’s purpose for me and how sad I felt and I remember when I had to earn your love and how miserable I felt.  But now I know that that sadness, that misery, that loneliness, that entrapment was me missing you.  Our talks, our connection, our love.  You are a perfect sonnet, an impressed song that flows out of someone’s life, the musical undertones.  You are like a perfectly-sharpened pencil, a nightly walk between husband and wife, a shepherd’s crook, all the deep things inside of me, someone’s favorite sundae, a time apart from everyone else to listen to the crickets, you are the sunset.  You are the freedom of letting go of the rope thread and falling into your arms jumping to you.  Engagement rings and sunsets, princesses and fairy tales, marshmallows and spaghetti.

The cross, you are the suffering, too.  You know the pain of separations, of loneliness, of not being understood, of not being approved by other people and Jesus, you worked through that and so can I with your help.  I am nothing on my own.  But with you, all things are possible.  I don’t have to be like anyone else.  Our relationship is unique and beautiful and you are my best friend and nothing could ever change that and somehow I can’t comprehend how you are my Father and King yet friend and lover.  You have seduced me.  I admit it!  Good job!  You have won my love—but I want to give it all to you and not just some of it.  I want it to be pure for you because you deserve my all.

If a bride cares more about what family thinks, what friends think, than what husband thinks, then their relationship is already imbalanced.  God, I want to be a good bride for you and this only through the grace of God—not my own works.  And sometimes I think that I miss you more than words can say, which is weird cuz I’ve never seen you face to face but I still miss you. 

I know I was meant to live with you forever.  You are awesome, and your love is astounding.  And I won’t let anyone hold me back.  Everything I do today, I do for you.  And I accept your grace.  When I fail, you don’t condemn me.  In fact, you expected it.  You planned for it and that’s why you sent your Son—not for perfect people but for imperfect people.  By your grace, I am being perfected into more like you.  You are refining me.  You are taking all the excess weight off the ship at sea so I can really sail, throwing sandbags out of hot air balloons so I can soar with you.  Your love is intimate and it changes me and I can’t comprehend it.  You’re real.  You made the heaven and earth and yet you love me.  Wow, God, that’s awesome.  You’re awesome and so cool and I love you and I’m yours.” 

*Let’s go for a picnic.*

Love, Your daughter, Katie

My Bun-Bun.

This summer marks the tenth year I’ve had my bunny rabbit, Buttons. He has been a trusty pal. I took him out into the backyard yesterday afternoon, and we had a mini photoshoot together.

I’m thankful to have a furry buddy who has been in my life for the majority of it, and even though he’s never said a word, I can sense he has somehow understood the scenic journey of life I’ve been on–and the many changes that have occurred throughout the years.

Thanks, Buttons, for being a class-act rabbit. Keep hoppin’…but please stop shedding. 😉
Okay…This one might have been edited a bit.

Beacons of Light.

It was a starry night—

Not twinkling in the sky,
But rather piercing through the darkness
In a nearby field.
Taken by surprise, I stopped,
Dumbfounded by the sight.
How mysterious, how enchanting—
Like from a distant galaxy.

Yet, encountering this wonder
Was like hearing a song I’ve always known.

I recognized the glimmer.

From childhood I’ve seen one or two bulbs
Appearing on summer nights.
I admired their beautiful splendor
And was curious about their purpose.

But through the years I’ve ceased
To admire and to question.

Yet something about this recent night
Allowed my heart to ponder.
Glimpsing hundreds of bulbs at once
Inspired me anew.

With rhythmic illumination
My old friends danced before me.
I could not trace their paths,
But I knew they would alert me of their presence.

No man-made lamp powered by a current
Could compare to the natural wonder on display.
Connected to their Creator, they shone,
Gaining life-sustaining purpose with each blink.

They were called to sing a melody in silence,
         To bring light to a barren night,
         To show me the presence of Jehovah God
         Transcends my understanding,
         Yet comes to warm my heart.

He chooses to share His wonders with us
And alert us of His presence—

Even with a field of brilliant fireflies

Illuminating the night.