And the Final Question Is ????

If you had the opportunity to ask a final question of someone what would it be? What is that one thing that keeps nagging at you, that keeps you from finally putting all the pieces of the puzzle together?

As we approach the holiday week-end, thoughts of Bo have been rushing to my mind. My heart is beating faster and my memories are swirling like a whirlwind, I feel as if I am caught in a movie reel that has broken and the film keeps flipping over and over again. I keep replaying many of the same memories, some seem new almost forgotten, some are old, all are happy and joyful, but one stands out as the most striking memory of all - it would surprise you that at times it is not the day he and Lori were killed, but the last day we were all at church together the Sunday before their Heaven date. I remember it like I am there now.

Many times I am transported back to that date. After getting my hugs,kisses and I love you from Bo and Lori, I turn to leave and GOD stops me in my tracks. I pause, turn and stand silently at the back of the church watching, I have tunnel vision I can see no one but Daniel, Bo and Lori there are others around, but for some reason no one else comes into focus and I hear nothing but the sound of Bo and Daniel's voices. Bo ask Daniel something about like this "Why when you pray for someone going on a trip, you pray for them to have a safe journey and they get killed, why do you think GOD didn't protect them and give them a safe journey home?" Daniel looked at Bo paused and said, "Maybe HE did, maybe HE answered your prayers and gave them a safe journey HOME - HIS home." Bo stopped, almost like his heart stopped and he had to catch his breath, then he smiled that BIG Bo smile like the Holy Spirit had grabbed him by his soul and I remember this so well "I got it, the final piece to the puzzle, thanks man, that's what I needed. I just didn't get but now I do."

The very next Saturday, D and I prayed for Bo and Lori to have a safe journey, we always prayed for him when he was on the bike of his. He got that safe journey, he got to go HOME. I am reminded of that moment and as this holiday weekend approaches I pray that no matter what happens in our lives we remember that GOD has made everything beautiful in HIS time.