There is so much peace in the knowledge that I can come with no anxiety or stress...24/7 and plead before my Father for a miracle.
And that's just what I've been doing.
I go to bed late.
I wake early.
This morning I sat on the couch in our master bedroom with the window open, sun shining in. The breeze was beautiful and I'm not going to lie...I closed my eyes and I could totally imagine I was overlooking the beach in Florida. And it hit me...whenever I'm dying...at whatever age...remind my husband to park my cot on the beach so I can die in the peace of hearing the waves crashing.
I hope there's an ocean in Heaven.