On the day I bought the blanket in which I will swaddle David when we have to hand him back to God, something strange happened. I was so glad no one was around during those sacred moments on the infant aisle. As I selected that blanket and a double frame in which to display his handprint and footprint, a song from my childhood that I haven't heard in years began to play over the intercom-- "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." Isn't that odd? The words to the song are:
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?
While it's not at all a deep song, it's really a song about heaven and I believe, having to wait for that day. In light of that song, I've thought a lot lately about my friend at church who is a senior citizen. She lost her young daughter to a heart condition back in 1966, when her daughter was just 6 years old. She has been waiting a long time until she can see her daughter again. And she is still waiting. Until then, my friend still has lots of living still to do--she's one of the most active older people I know. I admire her zest for life and her attitude that no obstacle is too great that she, with God's help and presence, can't get through. She has lost many others in her life, including her husband. I really admire her attitude. But I know that as she is living her life on earth to the fullest, she also longs for the day when she will be reunited with her loved ones. She is my inspiration until I too go beyond the rainbow to my forever home with the Lord.
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