Seeds and Sprouts

No one likes saying goodbye to a loved one. A few days ago I watched my Grandfather who took part in raising me as a little girl get buried and lowered into the ground over a Facetime feed from my daughter’s phone. I was walking through the Seattle airport, (which has great significance to me) with a face full of tears as the preacher prayed for the family to be given peace and love in this time of loss.

I know he’s not in that body. I know his soul (consciousness) has graduated from this plane and moved onto a greater assignment in a place we call the Heavens. I also know he’s still with us too as a guardian angel and a seed of love not only in our hearts but in our journeys as we continue on and pursue the race set before us in the time we are given here.

When my Granny passed in 2017 she left me with a seed of who she was. I received a beautiful dream that night and began having prophetic visions and a closeness to God and to my ancestors before me as the angels looking over me now. Magical things began happening in my life; even as I was enduring a time of great trial and tragedy in my physical world.

I’ve learned that when God takes something from us there is also soon thereafter a replacement given. And as the last man to have ever played a role of Father in my life, even if it was in a short season of my earliest beginnings, has now left this earth, I look for the sprout. I know something is coming – new love and new connection. I know I will recognize it when it arrives and it will bring new life and joy into a new season, inspiring me in a way I’ve never before known.

I pray on this night that whoever is reading this, for you too in your losses and changes of seasons to take heart and know that love is an eternal flame that never leaves us completely and always finds us anew. Love is a spirit as God is a spirit and Love never fails to begin again.

My Papa prayed for me constantly – fasting and placing my name before the throne of God. He was a quiet man and we didn’t speak often but when we did there was great depth and wisdom conveyed in his words. He bragged about my accomplishments in business and he always said the same phrase, “Girl with your tools, there’s nothing you can’t do.” But the thing he was most proud of was the book I wrote in 2017. He bought more copies than anyone and sent them out to everyone he knew. My Papa never had a negative word to say about anyone. He was humble and kind. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and a sharp tongue at times but he was a good, good man.

Tonight I post the seed of his body into the ground by the likes of my own creation I made in honor of him. It’s branches i collected from the shores of Malibu where the fires destroyed much. There in the ruins, I remembered the phrase, “He paints beauty with our ashes.” It was a slogan I held tightly in the writing of my book and I believe it’s a marker in my path now of what God is about to reveal in many things. I didn’t plan it this way but the lamp i made ended up resembling a flame – with the longest branch holding up what looks like a finger pointed towards the Heavens. That’s where the Father of Lights sends down his good gifts with no shifting of shadows or sorrow within.

May the flame of love burn brighter than ever in this new season as I pray. “Thy Kingdom come and thy will be done in earth as it is in Heaven.” In Jesus’ name – Amen….