Memories

Here are a series of pictures that I LOVE.  For those who know me and my family, you will enjoy these.  Family is where it's at!

His Eye is on the Sparrow!

His eye is on the Sparrow,  Listen to it.  I can not get it out of my head.  It was the song we knew for years that we would have at my mother's funeral and I still can't believe it has been sung!  I still can't believe she's truly gone!  She was such an amazing person.  She will inspire me til my dying breath to be the best I can be, then when I have done all I can, rely on God to do the rest.  Actually God needs to do the whole thing.  I am so flawed!  So I have not much to report or say, except I knew this would be hard, just not this hard.  Still muddling through life without my mother.

1. Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
   Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
   When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
   • Refrain:
     I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
     For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
2. “Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
   And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
   Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
3. Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
   When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
   I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Life Trying to be Back to Normal

I am back home after burying my dear mother.  It is hard to believe that she is actually gone.   I miss her terribly.  I sure loved her and her love for me and all around was an amazing thing to experience.  She was such a wonderful woman.  I am happy that she is free and can walk freely like she so wanted to do, but my heart is breaking from the emptiness that I feel with her gone.  There was no one like her in the universe.  Her love was truly God given and she knew how to share it.  I am truly blessed to call her my mother.  I just hope God can give me a portion of her unbelievable love.  I have to be willing.  That is my biggest goal, to try to retain the absolutely wonderful love that was God given that she had.  I have a long ways to go, but I am going try.  I love you, Momma!

The Wait is Over

Arlie Pauline Gandy passed from this life to her reward this morning at 7:30 .  She is having a grand reunion with her Husband, Alvin Gandy, her daughters, Jetta and a unnamed daughter and on and on.  She will be sorely missed here on earth, but equally loved in her heavenly home.  We are very sad, but rejoicing over her life that touched us and MANY others in ways words can not express.  She was fortunate or blessed to be physically beautiful but her spirit was more beautiful than her outward appearance.  What a Momma she was.  I will miss her every day until I join her.  And she will be waiting for me...

As We Wait

As we wait I am flooded with memories and things I wish I had said and ways I could have treated my dear mother with more respect...  It leaves me feeling sad and at 93, I wish I had had more time with her.  Would there ever be enough time?  She was easily my most significant mentor.  The only other ones were my deceased sister and my sister who I still have.  So grateful for my sister.  She and I have each other to comfort and work together with during this difficult time.  And it has difficult.  Bless her heart my sweet mother is deep in her sleep.  Her body is shutting down and she seems very peaceful.  We have stood vigil all week.  We are now on day 4.  I guess it could happen at any time.  I hope it is a sweet passing with a crowd waiting for her on the other side.  She should have quite a cheering squad there.  She has 2 daughters, a husband, a mother and father, 2 sisters, 3 brothers, a MIL and FIL and BIL's and SIL and numerous friends.  But the main crowd will be my daddy and sisters and her parents and siblings.  I can see them gathered there.

Let us lay before the Master from the dawn till setting sun
Let us talk of all his wonderous love and care
And when all of life is over and our work on earth is done
When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there
When the roll is called up yonder...

 when the roll is called up yonder

When the roll is called up yonder when the roll is called up yonder I'll be there.

One of her favorite songs she sang herself to sleep with almost every night until Mon.    I must go and enjoy all the time I can with her, even if she is almost comatose.  The hearing is last to go and I want her to know more than anything that I will see her there.

The Beginning of a Journey

My mother is starting on that journey and we are taking it part way with her.  Tomorrow I fly out to be with her.  Who knows how long I will stay.  But I want to soak up all the time I can with her before she crosses that river.  She has been waiting to cross that river for a while, but God knew she had more lives to influence before going on that journey.  I have already cried a bucket of tears, just knowing that she is slipping away.  I can sense it in my spirit.  She still attacks each day with the positiveness that she has always had.  Before I moved to Colorado, I sat with her and got some of songs on video/audio.   Here is one of the songs she thought of since I would not be seeing her everyday.

This is the beginning.  I just hope I can make it there before she crosses the river.