That night I told God about this group assignment. And that I didn't feel a need to write a letter to Mary but I wanted to help others. So if He wanted me to write it, to please tell me.

The next morning I was prompted to go to the computer and write the a poem, "Dear Mary."

Every time I go to town, to the store , or to church, I have to pass the cemetery. It hasn't been easy.

As I pass by the cemetery I tell God how much I miss her. But how thankful for her sake, that He chose to take her out of this hard and sinful world, and has placed her up there with Him, inETERNAL BLISS.

Then I ask God to give her a big hug for me - I'm immediately assured that she gets more love up there, than she could ever have known here on earth.

At the time of this writing: almost three years have gone by and that empty spot is still just as empty. But I know Mary is in Heaven and enjoying every minute, there with Jesus. I also know that she will be waiting to meet me someday. And we'll never be apart again.

I thank God for that!

I prayed that her death would draw people closer to God. And I expected, that through this human tragedy there would be spiritual gain but I never expected such overwhelming gain formyself!

After her death, and for several weeks I felt a close spiritual presence of Mary and of Jesus too. This was such a secure, warm, and comforting experience.

I found a fantastic Spirit-filled family of God at Mary's church. The first time I met Brother Shaw when he came to help arrange Mary's funeral, I had sensed that the Holy Spirit was dwelling within him, richly!

For years Mary had tried to get me to attend her church. She kept telling me that I'd love it there. But I felt it was fancy dressed, wealthier folks and business people and politicians.

I was a plain Jane.   Therefore,  I didn't believe it would be forme. She'd tried to convince me that it wasn't that way. But I still wouldn't listen.

Now:  I gladly admit.  I was so wrong!

After her funeral I felt drawn toward her church. I started going on Sunday mornings. Soon I was going Sunday evenings. Later I began going on Wednesday night too. Within a few months I was going early on Sunday evenings to get in on the Discipleship Training Class.

Words are hard to find that fully express the blessing and spiritual food that I have found at Mary's church. My poems "My Walk With My Master" and "Revival" do a pretty good job of expressing it.  Oh, the abundance of spiritual blessingsI have received!

I Praise the Lord for Brother Tom Shaw and for all my church family.

The Lord provides great blessings when we trust Him for all our needs.

 

Concerning Mary's death - I trusted Him completely!