Rough time in Iowa breaks to beauty nearing the end

Last Tuesday really sucked. I skyped my family that were spending time with my Gpa Arne since he had just days left. Seeing him through skype was awful. My strong, intelligent gpa was weak with sunk in eyes. He seemed to already be gone. I had a hard night getting past the fact that I was not with my family. I am so blessed with a close family. Even though it is my great-grandfather, he played a large role in raising me. I was able to fly home on Friday. It was a huge blessing to be around everyone; being supported through this rough time. Part of me wishes that I had never seen him like that. It was so hard. I wanted him to know I was there, but I didn’t want to look at his face. We had a lot of solid family time. I got to support my Gma MaryLou a lot, which was important to me.

But what I wanted to share was, at church this morning it was wonderful to be around brothers and sisters in Christ worshipping. Nearing the end of the service we took communion. After we drank from the cup, we sang Holy, Holy, Holy. This song brought visions of Arne in Heaven before his father. Not in the state that he is in right now, but in a perfect state better than I have ever seen him. I had tears of joy. Arne is going to sing with the angels soon. Mourning is happening for my family right now, but Arne is starting a new, permanent season. He’s taken such good care of himself that is strong body is not giving up very quickly, but soon, very soon. He is going to be home with the Lord. Beautiful. What Beauty, in pain.