“Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.”
What Heaven Took Home, We Remember in Grace
Good memories rise like morning light, soft on the edges of sorrow’s night. They whisper of laughter, of hands once held, of prayers that linger where silence dwelled.
Though heaven took home what we held dear, Love’s echo remains, ever nearby. In stories retold and songs replayed, in quiet corners where tears have stayed.
We gather the fragments, the sacred thread, of moments shared, of words once said. And stitch them gently into the soul, where grief gives way to something whole.
So let the memories bloom and roam, they are the gifts not taken home. They are the grace that helps us stand, still holding heaven with trembling hand.
"Common Sense Of Miracles" "Christian National Church Of Christ" 