I have shared before that our son, Kevin, wrote a poem for me for Mother's Day the year before he died. This morning, I was reminded of a specific line he wrote that puzzled me, when he shared that he saw me "alone, high atop a mountain with the look of love surrounding you for eterity."
There have been countless times throughout my life, when prophetic words have been expressed to me by the Holy Spirit through people, God's Word and instances similar to the line in Kevin's poem.
This morning, while Bob and I were eating breakfast, we were listening to one of our favorite radio stations on Pandora - "Keith and Krystyn Getty." When Josh Groban's "You Raise Me Up" song began playing, Kevin's words in the poem came to my mind immediately. I have read the poem and listened to this song many times through this years, but this morning his intent with the words in the poem concerning me on a mountain top had new meaning.
Kevin knew that I loved and trusted God above all, but he did not know that I would be askng God to raise him up, as he lay dead in a hospital emergency room, and that I was going to need God's "raising me up," in the afternath of his death. However, God knew and His timing is always on time and He is always planning and working ahead of time in ensuring that His love and purpose in our lives are revealed according to His will and purpose.
Surely, Kevin was touched by the spirit of God to write the poem, including that line that at one time puzzled me. Now the image of me standing on a mountaintop, lifting my hands and heart in praise to God makes perfect sense, and with that image comes another image of Kevin standing "atop a mountain" in Heaven with the "look of love surrounding (him) for eternity."
My husband, Bob, and I stood atop the Haleakala volcano on Maui more than 25 years ago, which felt like we were the only people on Earth above the clouds and the rising sun That was an eery experience and I do not like the idea of being on top of a mountain alone, but the idea of being "atop a mountain with the look of love surroumding me eternally" indeed raises me up.
Thank you, son, for your sensitivity to the moving of the Holy Spirit in the writing of that poem to me. I love and miss you so much and will see you soon!
With Faith, Hope and Love,
Angie "a mom like you"