Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Bringing You Ice Cream

Dear John,

I had a lovely visit with you today. Soon The Chief will be closing for the season and I won't be able to bring ice cream anymore. I guess I'll have to bring something from Panera, or maybe a soft taco. And it won't be long before I have to worry about staying warm, instead of getting sunburned.

For some people, visiting you is sad. Lots of people seem to think visiting cemeteries is morbid. And visiting with ice cream must just seem very strange. For me, it's a happy thing. I'm drawn to the place, I enjoy the time I spend there, and I always hate to leave. You're there and I'm close to you, and that has always made me happy. I come and sit and talk to you and pray, and I don't want to leave. It encourages me to see the headstone - our names are side-by-side, and I know that we will be, too. I'm happy to know that the spot next to you is waiting for me. It's a pretty spot, and a cheerful one. I'd go every day if I could.

Actually, I'd crawl in beside you if I could! If I'm going to be there eventually, why not right now? But that's the Lord's call, not mine, and I know He knows best. I don't know when it will be, but I'm coming and I'll meet you there.

Can't wait,
Joan.

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