I feel I should mention Amelia's service.
It was lovely.
Not that I ever want to have another one.
But if it had to be done,
I prefer it be as thought out and planned as a birthday party, wedding or anniversary.
It was a special day.
There were things that were important to me,
others that were not.
One of the things that mattered to me was that those that gather
to morn and to celebrate Amelia Grace
heard God's word,
knew where Amelia is now,
and knew that is where they wanted to be too.
I know it is where I want to be
My grandmother mailed me a little note
in the days following Amelia's funeral.
In it she expressed a sentiment
that could possibly be misinterpreted by some
but I heard her loud and clear.
She closed her note with the words,
"My hope is that I can join her in the near future."
Amelia's GiGi is 91 years old, I am 29 years old
but we are both homesick,
we both want to hold our loved ones already there.
To hold them and to be in their presence
We know we are called to continue our work here.
We rejoice in our time here,
but we know what awaits us.
If it is possible for Heaven to sound any more perfect,
the simple fact that little Amelia is there
makes heaven seem that much sweeter.
But, back to the service (sorry, this post is all over the place)
There were several songs & musical selections that touched me in Amelia's service.
As they should, since I chose all but two of them. :)
The two songs I didn't choose
were the one's that I have cherished the most in these 12 days.
Tim wanted to leave the church singing, 'Til We Meet Again
and so we did.
Everyday since, I have thought to myself with longing
the text of this old hymn-
until we meet again sweet baby girl...
The second song was
Rock a Bye Baby
sung by my son Noah.
He only knows a few of the words,
and generally speaking has no real grasp of his "sisa's"
death or life.
But he knows she was here, and that she was his.
He loves sisa.
As we processed on Wednesday,
Tim with Amelia in his arms
and Noah and I just behind him,
Noah recited words that broke my heart to hear,
bye-bye baby, night night baby, bocka bye baby...
I know she heard him singing.
In heaven it must have sounded like
hosts of angels in perfect song.
A humble offering of song,
but oh so sweet of a gift,
from Amelia's big brother.
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” Matthew 7:13-14
Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." Matthew 19:14