Healing Through Photo Journaling

 

Home

Let there be no tears for me,

for I am going home.

I am going to my family,

and I will not be alone.

I will be with those who love me

even more that I can dream,

For I am going to my Creator;

He Who made the first sunbeam.

He carried me throughout my life

with His gentle hand,

And He will carry each of you

for that is in His plan.

He will comfort you and bring you peace

as He has done for me;

He is our Father, kind and strong

and perfect as can be.

I am going home to be with Him,

and with His precious Son,

Who gave His life that we could live

to glorify Him alone.

So don't shed tears of sorrow,

let them be tears of joy,

For I am with my family,

I’m home,

let me enjoy.

 

Copyright © 2008 Heather C. Tutwiler

In Memoriam for My Grandmothers -

Mrs. L. May Felts, Who went Home July 1, 1986

Mrs. Sadie Mae Welch, Who went Home August 3, 2005

 

 

Whispers from a Loved One

 

Jesus called me home one day.  He stretched out His hand. And He did say “Welcome home my child!” And as I was reaching for His hand I turned one last time and Whispered I love you and with tears in my eyes I said my last goodbye.

 Jesus turned and looked at me and said “Do not weep this is not you’re last goodbye remember this is not for keeps. For one day you will be together with those you leave behind and the memories that you created will be become Whispers that never die!”

So please let go of the pain deep within your heart a love like ours does not die it becomes a Whisper deep inside!  There are so many that need you so give your love as before.  Be the light for others that I know you will be for all.  Don’t let your pain rob you of all the joys yet to unfold!

I walk with Jesus everyday among the beauty here.  I live with all those who came before me to His heavenly home.  It’s everything that God has promised and so much more!  My voice is but a Whisper that I send to you from above.  I pray that you will hear it as it fills your heart with love.

With the dawning of each new day I send new blessings your way.  And ask that they bring you feelings of peace and love.  Have you felt my presence that lives within?   Have you heard my Whispers that will never end? When you’re walking down the street and you have us on your mind know that we are walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

There is a saying, “Family Faces are but magic mirrors looking at people who belong to us we see the past, the present and the future.”  When you look at the faces of our family you will see me, because each generation passes on to the next, a piece of themselves and my Whispers will also live within them.

So you see dying did not take away my love for you.  Dying did not rob me of my precious memories nor did dying toss aside all that we cherished but rather it turned into Whispers that multiplied all that I treasure.

And remember our souls never die and one day we will be together again in God’s heavenly home! And your voice will become Whispers to those you leave behind and you to will pass your beautiful light when the time is right.

So when you find yourself wishing I were there, and missing me so just place your hand on your heart  for remember I will never be further then the Whispers that live within your heart. And if you really listen you will often hear me say I will love you for forever in a day.

Copyright © Marlene Stratman 2007 All Rights Reserved

 

Memories Within

Within my heart there lies an album, which grows dearer with each passing   day.   It holds my memories that I have safely tucked away.  Though time looks to the future and swallows up the past it cannot fade nor take away these memories of my past.  For I hold them closely as if they were made of glass.

When I’m feeling lonely and sometimes blue, I can reach within my heart and turn back these pages filled with precious memories.  I can then embrace and I can celebrate in remembering the times we shared.

For the smiles and laughter were too soon gone but the memories will forever linger on; for you see its love that has the power to hold these memories in place and I pray not even with time will they ever be erased.

This album within will always lie open with many pages yet to fill for as long as love surrounds me precious memories always will.  And as my memories continue to gather within this heart of mine I shall lovingly transfer and share all that it holds as I create  a tangible album that one day others will behold. 

For we each are unique and our memories varied and the stories we share will forever be cherished. It will be within the retelling, of the stories that I now hold so dear ,that I will be giving a voice, to these memories of old and I will be passing on a gift more precious than gold.

This album of mines will not only hold the treasured memories of my past but it shall to hold the present and the future.  For my loved ones played a part in whom I was in all my yesterdays, who I am today and who I shall be in all of my tomorrows! 

For my ties to them will never be broken because the memories and love we shared we’re more than just tokens. One day my precious family will come to know all that I held so dear; as they hold in their hands my heart and all that it embraced.   And as they turn the pages in this album of mine, time will seem to stand still as my memories begin to unfold like the petals, of a beautiful rose and within they will discover my stories retold.

 

Copyright © Marlene Stratman 2006

All Rights Reserved