Eleven Months Ago

Don't feel sorry for me, I can do that enough for myself, but do remember my husband today. It has been eleven months since he left me to be with the Lord. I wish he would have waited a few more years. I know that now he is where God wants him to be and having already made it I am sure he would not come back if he could. I remember all the nice things people said about what an encourager he was. I have tried to be more encouraging to others like he was but it just came so easy for him. I am one of those who thinks others will think I am just trying to be nice and really don't mean what I say. Of course I would never say it unless I meant it, and Joe always meant what he said when he gave his words of encouraging.

I know the boys miss their Dad. David really needs the attention that he use to give him. Time. As Bro. Elms spoke about giving time to your kids, Joe always gave time to his kids. To us, time was worth more than money. That is why Joe never worked out of town. Time watching and helping the kids grow up was worth more than whatever he was going to make working out of town.

I am thankful for the time we had together. I am thankful that he was ready to meet the Lord when he was called home. I know that I will see him again. Heaven grows sweeter every year.

I was reading in one of our magazines how songs have steered away from talking about heaven. I was reminded of the song that had words to the effect of nobody is talking about going home anymore. I love those songs and they have more meaning every year that I live for the Lord.

Eleven months ago heaven became sweeter.