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| Senseless Tragedy Remembering the Littlest Angels |
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| There are so many things in life that we can't understand, like why a tragedy like this can happen in this land. One moment life is perfect and the next it falls apart, leaving us with nothing but an eternally aching heart. Our souls cry out in agony amidst the suffering and despair. We feel the pain and tear our clothes and scream "It isn't fair!" Spirits are now shattered. Hearts will never be the same. We grasp at straws and seek to find the one who is to blame. Horrific as our life now seems, one thing remains quite true. Our little ones have now been freed to do things angels do. They can't recall the horrors of those last days they were here. They remember not the terror ,the hurt, nor the fear. There is no fear in Heaven. No more sorrow. Only Joy. It's filled with joyous laughter from each little girl and boy. We can only try to imagine, in spite of all earthly wrongs, our little angels are learning the words to the Angel's songs. Amidst the children's laughter and their Heavenly play, there's also more important work going on there today. Jesus is building mansions, never taking time to sleep, for Reunions are being planned, yes, even as we weep. The children gather around Him and listen to Him speak, for He has all the answers that they curiously seek. He tells them for a time, in Heaven, they must wait, and then they can meet us at Heaven's pearly gate. |
| © 2009, Ferna Lary Mills |
| There is no Fear in Heaven |
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| I’m only a small child, not much do I know. God holds onto my hand as I look down below. I’m here with the Father in the most beautiful place yet I can’t feel much joy when I see your sad face. Your heart has been broken, I can see from up here as you struggle along and you wipe every tear. If I only had words I could send you today that would tell you I’m home and I’m really okay. Heaven is beautiful with sparkles and white wings, and the angels are teaching me so many things. I’ll grow and mature in this Heavenly land while holding on tightly to my Father’s soft hand. Then one day you’ll join me in this home in the skies. Our joy will be full with no more goodbye’s. So don’t grieve for me now but find peace in your soul, and know God has finally made your little one whole. Now, even if you can’t seem to understand why, please know in your heart that our love did not die. He tells me that just for a time we must wait and then I can meet you at Heaven’s front gate! |
| © 2001, Ferna Lary Mills |
| The Littlest Angel |
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