am still learning and seeing with the eyes you give me to see....12 1/2 years later....

I was given this picture of the older man carrying a girl and pointing...right after Sarah died by my dear friend Peggy Wheeler...she said it is from a children's book...can't remember right now which one...but it spoke to her of Sarah and God carrying her....to heaven. At the time, it deeply blessed and ministered to my broken momma's heart...

Then, at Sarah's ceremony 7 months after she died, the President of the Cinque Terre--Franco Bonanini, had this painting of her commissioned by Silvio Benedetto,  It is a stunning painting that he did--he did this from her last photo which Christopher took before she was taken into the sea by the wave. 

At the celemony to honor her, Silvio described--of course in Italian, why he changed the colors from the original picture, to reflect what he had heard of Sarah's romantic nature...it has hung in my home since the moment he said "la mamma" and handed it to me in July 2008.

This morning during my quiet sabbath morning...I was listening to the worship song "Oceans", by Hillsong...a song which blesses me and causes me to cry so.. as I was listening and looking at this painting, I became aware, for the first time of an eye near the bottom of the painting...and I was stunned and it deeply caught my breath.  I stayed in this for a long time...and then remembered this other picture given to me...the eye seemed so familiar...I had put this picture in my treasure box Rick had given me on our 1st Christmas after we married in 2008.  I hold many treasures in there...many of Sarah's last things and gifts.

As I found it and held it to the painting...more tears than words came...yes...a great similarity...2 different artists, but they captured an eye...the eye of God?  Yes to my soul....and a comfort to this momma...

I shared this with Rick and then he saw a set of another eyes above this single eye---seeming to be looking upward...was this her angel, another part of the trinity?  Both of us deeply touched today...many tears...just amazed...grateful for our hope in heaven.  Our Poppa who continues to reveal and be on the move. 

I am sore in my momma's heart...so many tears still, seems there is no end...but I know she is good...and home.  and someday, so will we both be...and until then, hoping and believing.