Birthdays in Heaven

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Yesterday, my dad celebrated his first birthday in Heaven.  Knowing that this day would come so quickly after his death, I thought about it a lot.  In all of my thinking, I pictured that it would be a sad day, that I would cry and mourn his absence.

When I woke up, and started getting ready for church, I realized I wasn’t sad.  “It just hasn’t hit me yet”, I thought.  “Just wait, it will come”.  I waited, but the sadness didn’t come.

Why wasn’t my heart sad?  I missed my dad, I loved my dad, and if those things were true, why wasn’t my heart sad? This thought, I pondered for most of the day.  Then I started asking a different question.

Are earthly birthdays celebrated in Heaven?  If angels sing and rejoice when we leave this life, and join the heavenly hosts, then why would they even think of the day we were born on earth?  If they thought of the day our lives, on earth, began, then would it be a celebration?

After much thought, and if you know me at all, you know that it was a lot, I came to the conclusion that my heart was not sad because it was not a sad day.  My heart did feel something of longing, to hear his voice on the other end of a call, or to see the smile on his face, as we wished him a day full of blessings and love.

Later in the evening, as the sun was setting, and I stood in a dusty field, behind our almost finished middle school building, singing worship songs with my community, I could feel the sun warming the side of my face, and as we sang the words…

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I’ll worship Your Holy name

The sun comes up
It’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass
And whatever lies before me
Let me be singing
When the evening comes

Que the tears….

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I’ll worship Your Holy name

I could feel my temple warm…almost like a kiss, and the tears came.  They weren’t tears of sorrow, or mourning, but tears of knowing, of peace, and of joy.  On the temple, is where my dad would kiss me, and I could swear that through the warmth of the sun, I felt the warmth and reassurance of my dad’s kiss. My earthly father, and my heavenly father were celebrating everlasting life, as the sounds of our worship lifted to the heavens, and the Glory of the Lord shone down.

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My name is Jennifer. I'm the wife of Dave, my favorite husband ever, and the mom to 450, give or take a few. I've given birth to two handsome baby boys, who have grown in to two handsome, wonderful young men. I do, however, provide snacks, bandaids, a listening ear, emotional support, calls to check in on, and so much more to about 450 kids at the high school where I am the "office lady". So in essence, I have 450 plus kids. My husband and I live in the middle of nowhere, in the upper left corner of the lower 48, with our dogs, cats, occasional cow, and a stray horse named Amber. In the absence of children in the home, our mixed breed lap dog, who happens to be the size of a small pony, has become our fur baby. I have a heart for the broken and hurting. God did not bring me through childhood abuse, bad decisions as a teenager and saved by Christ as an adult, to keep my story to myself. I firmly believe that we are not meant to walk this road alone, I mean God did create Eve because it wasn't good to leave Adam alone.

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