Time passed and we heard our friends were divorcing. One January, Mom and the girls took a trip skiing. On their way home there was a terrible accident and Sarah left our presence forever.
I remember when I got the phone call. I walked to the refrigerator and stared at their picture, until the weight of it all buckled my knees beneath me, and I slumped to the floor.
Soon after I was driving my children home from an errand and mumbling under my breath to God, about the accident. I was angry, and stopped at an intersection to wipe my tears.
“Are you sure you’re not just up there playing some game” I asked God.
“There probably isn’t even a heaven, we’re just pawns, expendable” I spewed.
In that same instant I looked in the rear view mirror as if the Holy Spirit had prompted me to do so. There was my youngest’s blue eyes blinking back at me. She looked like a porcelain doll. In the backseat my two oldest children, equally as wonderful, were playing.
[clickandtweet handle=”” hashtag=”” related=”” layout=”” position=””]”If I can give you these children, I can make a heaven”[/clickandtweet] I heard God whisper to my heart.
I got home and wrote this song…..Heaven Can Be Found ©Cindy Palin 1994
Sound sample only, full version available on iTunes.https://newcindypalin.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Heaven-original-without-intro.mp3