Mother told us at Thanksgiving, ’93 that she was sick; at Christmas she said she had cancer. She died in the Spring ’94. This apparently is the last painting she worked on. Did she begin her last winter and find it too depressing to continue? Did she physically become unable to sit in the chair and hold the brush? Did she try to bargain with the Lord? “Please, Lord, let me finish my picture.”
I find myself asking for more time to finish my projects. I’m certainly old enough to have come to the end of this physical life. But my projects are not finished! In times past I could get a lot more excited about “When We All Get to Heaven” and “This Might Be The Dawning of the Day” but as time draws near, I’m wanting more than ever to wake up in the morning and work on projects.
I need to move more stuff to the garage for a “Family Garage Give-Away Day” which will be here this Saturday. I’m thinking I need more time. I’ve got to buy groceries. I promised brisket, potato salad, baked beans, and rolls. I’ve got to cancel or reschedule an appointment to give me time to do that. “Oh, Child, I Hear Him Say, you are so wrapped up in gotta-dos.”
Am I making idols out of plastic flowers, brisket, and family albums? No, I’m not because when I sit still and concentrate on Him, the stirring in my heart is, “Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus.”
My Pastor started a series of sermons on Heaven yesterday. I need to have a renewed vision of what God has promised “When We All Get to Heaven.”