My answers to the two questions
Well I was thinking about this today and after getting a few replies in my private email (thank you) my turn to answer.
I guess the answer to the 1st question (the memory of the day you would bring with you to heaven for eternity) can only be that day that I knew I was part of the Kingdom of God. Sound corny? I don’t care. Think about it. It was that day that I knew that my future, no matter what it was would end in my creator’s arms. It was that day that I handed the well-being of my children into His arms. It was that day that I knew that i knew what He meant when He says: “for I know the plans that I have for you. Plans to give you hope and a future. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Then you will call upon Me and I will listen… you will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all of your heart.” (Jer 29:11)
The second one… (if you could create the perfect day) well that one rips me apart just trying to think of the things that I would have in that day. I mean.. your imagination can run wild with thoughts of the things that mean the most to you and recreate some of your special memories…
I would fill it with the treasures in time like the moment that you first looked into your babies’ eyes and you see them staring at you.. locked in on you – not on your nose or chin or hair but born KNOWING to lock in on your eyes… shattering your composure and bringing you instant and intense love like never before. There are the moments of your babies holding your hand through their cribs’ playing with your finger or thumb or whatever that one’s particular comfort was. OOOhhh and I would fill it with their smell… the sweet smell of a just-nursed baby’s breath… the smell of their fine hair… the feel of their perfectly soft skin and of course – the smell of their tiny-little toes stuffing into my nose as they giggle. I would want to have the taste of fresh, sweet strawberries with just-whipped cream on my tongue.. I would want to have a field of flowers and walk alone… letting the fragrance impregnant me, through and around me; the colours dazzling me beyond joy as we know it.. I would want to minister God’s love the way He has me do often. Leave a window of space for Him to cross whoever He would like be a few or be it many just so I could share the beauty and reality of His undying love for us. I would want to go to the ocean.. smell the salt and feel the wind in my face. Hear the waves whispering to me in the distance.. savour the kiss of the sun on my-upraised cheeks, drinking it in. I would want to look into the eyes of the man that would have cherished me forever… I would talk to the angels… letting them sing their songs around me and hearing their stories… seeing them carry some of the glory of God on them.. If there is a soul-mate for me somewhere, then I would want to hold his hand, feel his fingers on my face and taste his lips on mine while his eyes are locked into mine. I would want to have a time to just worship God. I mean the real I know who He is kind of worship. The kind that covers you with goosepimples from head to toe as you get so caught up in it that you lose yourself. (as you can kinda see, I must really like those “lose yourself in it” intense moments). I would most definitely have to have time with my daddy (he passed 14 yrs ago, but if it is my day then I will create it the way that I want). I would want to feel his fingers tracing me along the edges of my face the way that he used to when he was putting me to sleep as a smile child. And definitely would have to sing with my sisters – lol – we think we’re great but man of man we sure dont have any fans for a good reason. I would have to have a 1/2 hour of the corniest puns and plays on words that the world ever saw with my brother as my mom laughed us oblivious to the tangent of the moment that we had. I would want to taste snowflakes on my tongue. Even better.. go for a walk on a wonderful starry winter night with big, fat chunky snowflakes gently dancing their way down from the dark sky. I would want to hold my beloved’s hand as we are wrapped in bulky warm clotes and boots, our cheeks red from the cold and flushed from being together. The snow would crunch under our feet as it was beautiful and untouched. The odd silence that only this type of winter night can offer would fill the atmosphere. Glancing at each other and laughing at the snowflakes on our eyelashes. I would want time to cuddle by the fireplace with all of my family… enjoying their silence, their cuddles and the touch of their hands wrapped in mine. My daughter would say to me “do you love me?” and I would answer “will you love me forever” and she would say “do you need me”… and we would continue while laughing and then break into the song… My eldest son would have his nose buried in a book and look up with a private giggle with no mind or matter that there are others around him.. My youner son would be telling me a story of his day.. all energetic and eager… sharing his never-dying opinions on something… My little one would be having me read with her… interrupting our reading often to chatter about every random thoughtthat crosses her mind in an unending barage of thoughts, comments, and opinions. I would be longing to make the moments with them last. Wanting to smell them as they are now… never to forget and praying that the smell will linger with me for eternity… I would want to go on the roof (a flat one of course) with my beloved and lie beside him.. gazing at the stars… holding hands and satiating each other with our longing for each others’ presense. Quiet whispers of love… fingers tangled in hair… two glasses of white wine.. ice to play with and soft giggles and relaxed love that comes with two that are part of each other. I would end my perfect day in prayer again.. thanking my creator for all the things that I have always had to treasure… for all that I have been gifted with.. for all that has been endowed to me that has always been here even in the dark days. That He loved me enough to give me that day.