Ruth Huffman — my precious, hospitable, loving, mighty, hymn-singing grandmother — passed away last week on September 27, 2010. Because of personal illness, I was unable to attend her funeral. So my attempt at some small epitaph comes in the form of a poem Ruth wrote on March 16, 1976, as she flew from Fiji to Australia (incidentally, to meet me for the first time at the age of three). I praise God that she is now hearing “His sweetest whispers” as she “air-walks” in the glorious presence of her beloved Savior Jesus Christ!
The sun’s shining down upon the clouds turns them into heavenly cities of indescribable majestic beauty, billowing into snowy castles and white mansions all about, everywhere with spires tapering on through the blue as only God can design. Fluffy clouds. . . so thick. . . surely, surely, I can walk on them!. . . I’ll walk on them!. . . I’ll fly all over these gold-fringed cities!. . . I’ll. . . .
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