My heart still aches whenever I think of you. We were able to bring you to Switzerland and France, while you were still with us. During Ma's visit this trip, we brought Ma to London. Ma saw the Big Ben, Tower Bridge, the Tower of London, London Eye, Borough Market, Harrods, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square, Trafalgar Square, walk along the Thames River and Chinatown. I was glad that we were able to bring Ma to London, while we all still have the health to travel. I am so thankful that God has been gracious to us that financially, it is not an issue to travel. Ma lamented that you hadn't been to London. You would have enjoyed it, because you loved to travel.
God comforted me from the Bible story that I happened to read to J during bedtime yesterday, with this verse from John 14:1-3 and reminded me to trust Him:
"'Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.'"
The story was about a grandma talking to her grand children, and this section of the story encouraged me:
"Great Ma-Mac claps her hands together and says, "Children! Jesus has prepared a place for us to be with Him forever. Oh, it will be so wonderful! Now, children, listen very carefully. When Jesus takes me to heaven, don't you say, 'Great Ma-Mac died.' I won't be dead. My old body will return to dust, but my spirit will be with God. I'll be in heaven, and heaven is a glorious and happy place. I'll be more alive than I have ever been. So remember, don't say I'm dead. You tell everyone that Great Ma-Mac has started really living because she is in the very presence of God. I don't want anybody to be sad because I sure won't be sad. Will you remember?"
Whenever my heart aches, I will remind myself that you have started really living because you are in the very presence of God.
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