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Copied and edited from my post in 2015. Everything is about the same except that my grandchildren are older. I still want to say to them, “Wait, don’t grow up yet.”

There are three Bradford pear trees on a corner near my home. They are loaded with white blossoms. One of the trees is a little more advanced than the others so the green is overtaking the white. I want to yell, “Wait, I’m not through enjoying the white blossoms.” …. My great granddaughters, 4 and 6 years old, have been with me a couple of days. I love the secret I share with the older one as we watch the younger one change. It makes the six year old feel so important and smart. I love them bunches. I want to yell, “Wait, I’m not tired of you at four and six.” … I just came back from the senior center where I sing with other over-60 group of friends and I know many of us are over 70, even over 80. I looked around at each one, and thought of the pleasure each one gives me. I know one of us will be gone soon, to sickness or death. I want to yell, “Wait, we’re not ready yet.”

The trees are going to change, the girls are going to grow older, and we seniors are going to go into eternity.

As the passing years has shown me, I know I’m still going to like the trees. By experience, I know I will still love my girls whatever their age. By faith, I accept death as another natural move forward. I remember Psalm 116:15 which says that the death of saints is precious in the sight of the Lord.

The Easter story tells me why death is precious to the Lord. That’s the way he draws us home. I want to be prepared emotionally and spiritually to have hope in all changes. I’m so glad to know there is Resurrection coming!

I made a few steps to prepare to leave this world the other day, but I made it very clear that I was not planning to go for several more years. Heaven awaits, but I want to wait a little longer right here. I’m not through here yet.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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11 Responses to WAIT – HOLD UP A BIT

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    I am so with you, Oneta. I know the day is coming, but I don’t know when, because I really don’t need to know. It’s like you say – just another step towards paradise. We will see each other there and I’m sure we’ll recognize each other.

  2. capost2k says:

    I’m ready any time. This world just doesn’t hold much for me any more, and I expect Heaven to be so much more… especially after reading Heaven by Randy Alcorn!
    Just the same, if Father decides to keep me here longer, as I seem to be in excellent health, even after six ischemic strokes, I’ll wait around until His timing. He definitely knows best.
    ❤️&🙏, c.a.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yes, he does know his place in our future. He might have a person he needs you to help out days down our path. You wouldn’t want to miss that appointment. We just want to always be ready to say “here am I, send me,” or “here am I, take me.” I haven’t read Alcorn’s book but I was in a class a few times when it was discussed. I think I have his same image of the heavenly times. I believe it will be surprisingly like the present only so much better, the way God intended the Garden of Eden to be. Jesus as King, no sin, no sorrow.

  3. joyroses13 says:

    Yes, yes, have echoed the same things about my parent’s as they get older.. Are we ever ready to lose our parents?

    • oneta hayes says:

      No! My mother has been gone 22 years and my father, 47 years. God didn’t ask me or they would still be here, in pain, regret, sorrow, and longing to be set free. God’s plan is better. Blessings for this weekend.

  4. jsneese62 says:

    I turned 60 last month and my son turned 42 yesterday and my thought was where has the time went? I wanted him as his siblings young longer I wasn’t ready for them to grow up and before I knew it they were married and I had four precious granddaughters. As with you I was like wait don’t grow up. My son’s daughters are 18 and 15, and my daughters are 18 and 22.
    I am ready to go home whenever the Lord calls me the world has just gone to crazy for me and it is only going to get worse.
    I have tried to talk to my kids about the fact that I will not be here forever, but they do not want to hear it. I tell them not to worry I am just going home and will wait for them there. I am sick with many ailments and tired, but will stay as long as the Lord wills that I do, but it won’t be forever.

    • oneta hayes says:

      At that age, my sons would not have been as ready to discuss our demise probably. But at 88 and 92, we have all accepted the inevitability of death and do make lots of plans. Still not enough, however. The big things are handled but things like “who will want my ….” Fill in the blank with all sorts of stuff I treasure, but it is not worth much. But we are still here and the way the world looks, we might go in the rapture rather than by way of the grave.
      Now, that would be exciting!

      • jsneese62 says:

        I have told them though having had a stroke and no two major heart conditions among other ailments is wearing my life away at a faster rate than most. When they came to visit last month I had to use a wheelchair to get around because I can no longer walk for very long. I have very little in the way of possessions my laptop, my phone, and a few odds and ends, but my man will keep those.
        I agree and I keep asking the Lord to come and get us this world is wearing me out the way it is now and it is set to only get worse and I don’t want to see worse unless the Lord delays because it is His will not mine after all. We also have our cats, but they would never live with anyone else. We call them our Corona babies because all three were adopted during the pandemic and so have never been socialized with other humans. My old 25 year old cat left this earth in the middle of the first year of the pandemic so we decided we still had love to give. I have tried so hard to imagine what the Rapture will be like and I just can’t, but yes it will be exciting to be sure and I would love to go home that way.

  5. Lisa Harper says:

    We’re just passing through…this journey…adventure, on earth. Heaven is waiting, and that keeps me grounded here..no matter the craziness and ugliness of this world…I am ready to graduate to my eternal home. Thank you Jesus..

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