Heavenly Hosts

Heavenly Hosts.

I’ve heard them.

In prayerful meditation before my mom died, I heard them.

Imagine the Grand Canyon filled with hundreds of thousands of light filled people.

Impossible to count. Music unlike any other.

A hum that roared and whispered into every part of me at the same time.

Lois heard them. When her husband died.

“The music, I can’t really describe it to you, Martha, but I know it was music and I know they were singing for my husband. They were Angels. The Heavenly Hosts of Angels. I know it…”

12 year old Krysta is the hospital today. Medical care has been changed to comfort care. Her time on this earth is coming to an end.

Her mom and dad are there holding her hand, saying what needs to be said, loving her out of this world.

If you’re a praying kind of person, I’m asking you to do that today for Krysta, for her family and friends, and for all the people who are loving someone out of this world today.

As sure as there is breath in my body, I know the Heavenly Hosts are already singing for all of them.