Musings

Musings

On the 4th of July I had a nice house party and Adriana came with her granddaughter, Mirabel. Toward the end of the day, I was finally given an opportunity to sit and hold Mirabel. She is such a sweet little one; she fell asleep in my arms.
It was good to hold a baby since my own baby is eleven and so far, no grandbabies.
I really felt the presence of my Uncle Fred around Mirabel which made me wonder about reincarnation. Sometimes I think it’s real because I get feelings like I did around Mirabel but, the way I discern things, reincarnation goes against my Christian worldview.
But yet I felt Uncle Fred around her.
Adriana, pragmatist that she is, suggests wishful thinking yet I still feel something.
Then I got the distinct impression that Uncle Fred is in Heaven, part of the great cloud of witnesses cheering us on.
Yet this makes me sad to think of the distance and the wait but what I don’t sense gave me delicious chills up and down my spine, a great cloud of witnesses Heaven is distinctly outside of time; it is a place where a day is like a thousand years.
God gave us time because we cannot really process timelessness in our present state.
Mirabel’s Poppy isn’t looking down at his family a lonely old ghost, sure he has Aunt Ludi with him and our grandmom but there are others; *I’m* there and Adriana and even sweet Mirabel, we are all looking at us savoring such a sweet moment the way someone would look at a photograph, not locked in any one moment.