We had a fabulous birthday party for Ida in a restaurant overlooking the San Francisco Bay. Bob put on his “master of ceremonies” façade and became the life of the party. Ida delighted in his performance and fawned over him, letting his spotlight cascade down on her. At a given moment in the party a boat slowly passed by the window trailing a huge banner saying “Happy 80th Birthday Ida,” and I think her entire eighty years were packaged in that moment, with that banner being the peak of her life. Such a high is destined to bring about an equivalent low.
On Memorial Day we received a phone call at five in the morning. Dan answered. I listened with unnerving anticipation. The Lord told me through many different visions about the future of the family. We’d had two tragic deaths of Dan’s cousin and his son killed in a private plane crash. Sitting in the chapel for their funerals, I asked the Lord who would die next. He said, “Bob and then Ida.” I corrected Him, “Don’t you mean Ida and then Bob?” He didn’t answer, so I knew His response to me was right. Behind me my niece asked that question out loud: who was going to be next. I almost turned around and told her, but fortunately pulled myself into check. I couldn’t say that about her father!
Writing has been in my blood, so to speak, but when I surren-dered my life to Jesus Christ and He told me to write, all my trepidations rolled away and I began in earnest! After all, if God Almighty says it was His idea that I be a writer, who am I to stand in His way? My hope is that you not only like what I write, but that your life is moved by it, and that your party to Jesus and with Jesus turns your life into days of Heaven on Earth.