
My grandmother passed away this morning. It's been a really tough time for her, her sweet daughters, and the rest of us. Now, after 93 years, she's finally home.
My dad called to tell me at about 5:45 this morning and I went over there. Such a perfect morning and I couldn't help but think about the way CS Lewis described Heaven as always being dawn, the sun just about to rise. The dawn she's been waiting for all of her life.
Her first day to be in Heaven and no longer be homesick.
Her first day to be free from the 93 year old body she's been in for so long.
Her first day to see my grandfather, her loving husband, in 20 years.
Her first day to be reunited with her mom and dad, and hug them.
Her first day to be surrounded by love, peace, and joy.
Her first day to talk with her heroes from the Bible.
Her first day without worry or fear or loneliness.
Her first day to be welcomed by angels, loved ones, old friends, and all of Heaven.
Most importantly and incredibly, her first day to see God face to face and fully be wrapped in His love and care.
She's a shy little lady and I hope all the attention she's getting right now isn't too much for her. I know she's blushing. And I know she's smiling.
I really wish that this was like all of the first days I've had, where at the end of the day we all hook up at Back Country BBQ and talk about it. I want to hear all about it, again and again.
Three daughters, ten grandchildren, twenty-one great-grandchildren and counting. We all could have come from anyone, but God looked at Peggy Wooldridge and said, "Her." I'm so grateful.
I don't know much about Heaven. I know its home, where we all long and ache to be, more than we realize. I know it's nothing but love and warmth and joy. And I can't help but imagine that, now, it smells like Angel Food Cake.