She was seventeen when she died. My husband and I had babysat Sarah, and her two sisters when they were in elementary school. They moved away and we tried to keep in touch, but the distance didn’t change our adoration for them and their parents.
Time passed and we heard our friends were divorcing. One January, Mom and the girls took a trip skiing. On their way home there was a terrible accident and Sarah left our presence forever.
I remember when I got the phone call. I walked to the refrigerator and stared at their picture, until the weight of it all buckled my knees beneath me, and I slumped to the floor.
Soon after I was driving my children home from an errand and mumbling under my breath to God, about the accident. I was angry, and stopped at an intersection to wipe my tears.
“Are you sure you’re not just up there playing some game” I asked God.
“There probably isn’t even a heaven, we’re just pawns, expendable” I spewed.
In that same instant I looked in the rear view mirror as if the Holy Spirit had prompted me to do so. There was my youngest’s blue eyes blinking back at me. She looked like a porcelain doll. In the backseat my two oldest children, equally as wonderful, were playing.
[clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]”If I can give you these children, I can make a heaven”[/clickandtweet] I heard God whisper to my heart.
I got home and wrote this song…..Heaven Can Be Found ©Cindy Palin 1994
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