My Mom really is singing with the angels. I heard her!
I walked into the ladies’ prayer meeting Thursday night and they were listening to a worship service where angels joined in the singing. The people there heard extra voices that were not coming from the worship team! And when the ladies explained to me what we were listening to, my immediate thought was “I hear my Mom in there”. My Mom was a jubilant worshiper and praiser. It would be just like her to join the angels as they burst in on a gathering of earth people as they praised the Lord real good.
So I have a new appreciation for the phrase “singing with the angels”. And I love to picture my Mom that way. She always, always loved to sing. That’s one of the things I remember about her most.
I’m so happy that she can sing again – and her voice is more heavenly than ever!
"Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is placed in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no other's hands the sacred and holy trust given to her." -JR Miller
