Immediately my heart began to race.
Obviously I knew he wasn’t on the phone… even if it still worked. But I couldn’t get outside fast enough.
And even though the date and memories weigh heavily on my mind and my heart, I have carried the burdens silently. Hearing her speak his name out of nowhere took my breath away. And today of all days?
At this, Charley piped up, and said, “It’s been a whole year, he’s big now.”
Speechless, I handed the phone back to her, and she happily continued chatting away, telling him how silly he is and giggling as if talking to her best friend in the whole world.
My heart has been heavy thinking on his passing… about how much it ripped my heart out to leave him behind in Haiti… about what might have been… about how much I wish I could have seen him alive one more time for a glorious reunion… but the joy and glimmer in Charley’s eye tonight tells me that with eyes that see the eternal, I might be excitedly dancing alongside her.
I am 100% certain she hears from God, and today’s message was no exception. It was a message of comfort, of promise, of hope.
As tomorrow arrives and I remember once more, I feel more armed to face the day with eternal eyes.
Grieving, yes, for death is not God’s design. But hopeful – – because eternal, beautiful, perfected life with Him is. And I know that is exactly where Frantzky was calling from.