The Half-Baked Cookie

     Hey y'all! so, fun *short* story....About a year ago, I last-minutely decided to go with my lovely sister, and her then-boyfriend-now-husband to New York City for a weekend mission trip with his church. Whilst I sadly did not make any new *bff for evers*, I did quite enjoy myself. Surprisingly enough, my favorite part was actually handing out the Cd/tract sets. Once you accept that people are not really rejecting you as a person, and you gain confidence, it's REALLY fun! Once we handed out all the Cd's, we got to be TOURISTS.      Now, I live fifteen minutes from the Middlbury/Shipshewana area, and the tourists are the epitome of annoyance. In my humble opinion. Like I just mentioned, fifteen minutes away, so I don't tend to see many tourists regularly, but they stick out like a sore thumb. Because of such local happenings, I tend to feel extremely self-conscious when I, myself, am a tourist.      Regardless of my opi...

          I wish there would be tears in heaven. Not the sad tears, but the happy tears. Those are the dancing tears. They wear glitter and streamers. They are clothed in every color imaginable. They skip and trot down your cheeks, laughing with you. And their specialty is making memories.

     Death can be a cruel monster, or it can be a darling lamb. Why would it viciously claim the life of a beautiful twelve year old girl, or a charming nine year old boy? But yet Grandma accepted it willingly, with grace and beauty.      God called them all by name to Him, and lets us ask questions. Now, don't get me wrong, I love God and don't wish to doubt His judgement. But I do wonder, why do beautiful children have to die in painful ways? What about the families? And friends? They are all just left to grieve and remember. To adjust and ponder. To question, "God, why?"     We don't know the answers right now. We may someday know, or not till we reach heaven. But God has a beautiful reply for each question we ask. And finally, when we reach heaven, we will see the beautiful part of the picture. We will smile and tell God, "I love you. Thank you for Your comfort, and thank you for never leaving me."     *And ...