I plan to go to High Falls youth group tonight. Church was really good this morning; Marcus and Nana were there. Unless I go to the New Year’s Eve service, today was the last service I will attend there for a while.
I got my pictures developed today.
When we were in New York I walked past so many people, I saw the windows of so many homes. Who were those people? Were they happy? Did they know the Lord? Was their life full of peace or fear? And even if I ever see any of those people again, I wouldn’t know it.
There was one girl though…
On the way to the parade, Vince and I took the Long Island Railway. The train was very crowded. Vince and I were standing. A family boarded and amongst the crowd I saw the face of a young woman whose expressions on her face and light in her eyes revealed that she knew more than the ones around her. She was truly alive. She was a red light. Only other red lights can see the red lights around them. I had my camera with me. The light in the train car was dim, but snapped a picture anyway.
When I picked up my pictures today, I quickly flipped to that one and discovered that she had looked right at me and smiled.
“I do not want to walk through Heaven’s Gates, and not see your face. And I do not want to dance beside the streams, without you with me. Or see the angels fill the sky. The angels sing and all creation cries, ‘Hosanna, Savior, God our Father, Creator, Oh Savior and King.’ You’ve got to be there with me. Oh, please, you’ve got to be there with me. Will you be there with me.” – Cindy Morgan
I’ve come across so many people. So many eyes, so many smiles, so many frowns, so many souls, so many spirits. I’ve grown to love them all. Even the strangers, even my enemies, and I want them in Heaven with me.
Even you…
Yes, you.
Why are you reading this? Why are you reading about my small little life? Are you a relative? A friend? Did I give you permission? Did you find these old journals? Did you possibly buy this book? Am I now dead?!
Whether I know you or not, and however you came to read these spiral bound pages, of this I am sure…I love you and I want you in Heaven with me. It won’t be complete without you.
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