Our family recently celebrated our precious Daddy’s promotion to Heaven, and although saddened on this side of the crossing, we rejoice in our spirits, because he has finally made it home!  He was a prayer warrior unlike anyone I have ever met, and when he bowed his head to pray, you could tell he had spent countless hours in communion with our Heavenly Father.  Daddy loved the Lord with his whole heart, and had been saved over 79 years at the time of his passing.  Wherever we went to sing, people always remembered and enjoyed him, and he would greet you with a smile and a question of, “do you still love Jesus?”  I long for the day to be reunited with him and the rest of our family in eternal worship to our King!  Daddy’s prayer has now turned to eternal praise!

I took a walk down memory lane today and visited my childhood church home.  As I stood there looking at how time has taken its toll on the building, I was reminded, however, that the prayers and worship that took place in that precious little one room will forever be settled in Heaven.  I remember the saints of God singing, shouting and praising God, and that very altar is where I gave my heart and soul to Him!  Our precious Mother stood behind that sacred pulpit and preached for years, and Daddy prayed at the end of that altar.  As I knelt today at that altar covered with dust, tears came as I thanked my Savior for saving my soul, and even though that was 37 years ago, it all seemed so real today!  Dear friend, do you remember the place where you surrendered to Christ?  I urge you to take a moment today and thank Him for saving you and calling you to be one of His own.