Freedom On Earth is Nothing Like Freedom in Heaven

Freedom on earth for Lynda is exemplified by this picture of her swinging.  I've posted it before.  It's one of my favorite pictures of her.  She had learned to swing all by herself and she was transported to a place that she loved with the air blowing in her face and the ability to pump her legs to keep it going.  Look at the expression on her sweet face.  It says it all!  Ahhh....I'm flying and it's fun.  Nothing is holding me back.  She actually had such a perfect little body.  I can still feel those sweet arms hugging me as she practically jumped out of the swing when she was "all done".  Oh, to be able to turn back time to this time in our lives before the stroke. 

I look at this picture and it is comforting to me because her freedom on earth swinging as high as she could is nothing compared to soaring in flight with angels into paradise.  Gravity doesn't hold her back and neither does a crippled worn out body.  She is brand new and the sky isn't even the limit.  There are no limits to what she is able to do.  We as mothers all want what's best for our children.  Of course, we want them by our side forever.  This wasn't to be for Lynda and as her Nana I can't honestly wish it had been.  She was always a free spirit.  She was held back for some 40 years but now eternity stretches before her and I gain great pleasure in thinking about the delights God is sharing with her each day.  She is the daughter of the King of the universe.  Once considered disabled and not worthy of many things the world offered she now is walking the streets of gold and dancing on the stars.  She has so many family members there to love on her that the pain she endured is beginning to fade from my memories and is replaced by my visions of paradise with Lynda smack dab in the middle of it!  I choose to celebrate her entrance into paradise rather than mourn my own personal loss.  Just like people used to tell me that they couldn't be a foster parent because they would get to attached to the kids and they wouldn't be able to give them up.  It would be too sad.  My response was always that it hurts us too but it's not about us.  It's about helping the kids. 

Giving up Lynda was the hardest thing I've ever had to do but it's not about me.  It's about Lynda and it was the best thing that will ever happen to her.  For her I am happy.  For her departure from earth, the tears come less and less.  My heart always misses her and there are days I can hardly breath thinking about the little blond that I would so love to kiss and hold.  She is forever loved and missed but I know where she is and I rejoice that she's there having the time of her life.  What mother could ask for anything better for a daughter she adores?