Stories of Lost Children
Hello, Father
by Lucy Boyer, McLean, U.S.A.
My son, David Lee, died May 10, 1994. He was 15 years, 9 months and 6 days old. He was our youngest child. I found a picture of Jesus standing at the gates to Heaven and in His arms he is embracing a young man. It looks like our David from the back. I wrote this to go with the picture. This is what I think David might have said to Jesus. Hello, Father. It sure is good to be back Home. It seems like a long long time that I've been gone. but it seems like only yesterday that I was sitting by your side and you were telling me that on Earth I would reside. You told me about my parents. How they would be the best. About my brother and sister and all the rest. You told me I would be loved and cherished. And all of that was true. And that you would be patiently waiting for me when my life on Earth was through. But honestly, Father, I missed you. I never felt comfortable, down there in that place. I kept hearing Heavenly voices and seeing your face. I sometimes felt out of step and sometimes lonely and blue. But I always believed in your promises. I always believed in you. I knew you were waiting and watching at Heaven's door. and that you would bring me home when life on Earth was o'er. Yes, I do miss my parents, my sister Beth and brother, Chuck, but through your love I can still reach out and feel their love. So hold me close, Father. Let me feel your love. I'm so glad to be Home, at last, in Heaven above.
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