Friday, May 11, 2007

Maybe Heaven has a window

I am still in the new phase of being a mom. I'm growing as Downey grows, learning new things about what it means to be a mother as she moves through all the milestones in her life.

I can't describe the tenderness I felt holding her for the first time. She was delivered at 2:45 in the morning. My mother and mother in-law were with Billy and I through labor all day that Saturday. When the doctors decided early morning Sunday that they would need to do a C-section, Billy and I were separated from them.

I think they gave me a sedative following the cesarean because I woke up a few hours later in a new room. As my husband slept on the couch beside my hospital bed, I held Downey and called my grandmother, Sue, asking if she knew she was a great-grandmother. Of course, my mother had already called her shortly after Downey was born. My mother, mother in-law and other members of our family had waited to see Downey in the nursery. Sue told me my mother said she was just beautiful and my next question was "Are you coming up here to see her?" And of course, she did.

I remember looking into Downey's little pink face as she slept in my arms, just me and her, only a few hours old, and thinking how I wished my other grandmother, my Granny that I lived with most of my life, were still alive to see my baby girl. Granny had always told me, as I grew into my teenage years and demonstrated my dislike with keeping my room clean or doing anything else I was told, that she hoped she lived long enough to see my children ~ and basically see how I handled them when they acted as bad as I was acting! This was a conversation we had, a banter really, that went on for years. We always laughed about it. I admitted my children would be wilder than me. Granny died seven months after Billy and I married. Downey wasn't born until seven years after Granny went to be with the Lord.

During those early hours following her birth, I could feel the Lord's arms wrapped around me. Looking into my child's precious face, I realized what it meant to see a miracle. And I knew for the first time what it felt to be touched by the Lord's grace.

Maybe Heaven has a window. . . Just for God to allow all of our loved ones who've gone before us to peek down at us during the good times like that. . .


  1. I've thought the same thing, Christy. I just never thought to call it a window. That's a great description.

    That reminded me of what a comfort it was for me to have my 4 month old to hold in my arms at my grandmother's funeral. She never got to see him while she was living. We were never able to make the long trip to see her. But as I walked around the church during her service (he was fussy, so I had to keep him moving), it hit me that she probably could see him. In fact, it was a comfort to me to think that she was living on through him, through his genes. It helped ease the loss.

    Thanks for your post.


  2. Here we go, another bad makeup day.(sniff, sniff) What a week!

    I think of the country song from a few years back, can't remember the artist, Holes in the Floor of Heaven. Another tear jerker, for sure.

    I've often thought of my father who died when our oldest son was 6 months. While Dad loved his granddaughters and reveled in them, being the athlete that he was, he so would have enjoyed his grandsons. I wish he could be here to play ball with them and cheer them on at their baseball games. He would have loved that. But I know he's there in spirit, and I know he's watching.

  3. Christy,

    What a sweet thought. I do think there is a window, or a hole in the floor -- a special connection for joyous moments and moments full of grace.


  4. Hi Gina, Missy & Mindy ~ I'm glad this brought up some memories for y'all. I cried while writing it!
    I've never heard the song Hole in the floor of Heaven. I bet it is a tear jerker.

  5. There's a verse that talks about the saints in heaven encouraging us from under the altar. I wish I could remember where it was right now. Anyway, I'm sure they can.

  6. Christy,
    Children are a blessing, though sometimes trying.
    I have often said, God surely allows the good to be seen for much rejoicing in heaven.
    Thanks for sharing.

  7. Christy,

    I believe there is a little window. In the following passage the dead in heaven can communicate and see the dead in hell, but they cannot pass over the great gulf. Therefore, I do believe they can see and hear us now.

    Luke 16
    19 “There was a certain rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and fared sumptuously every day. 20 But there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate, 21 desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell[d] from the rich man’s table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. 22 So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
    24 “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ 25 But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented. 26 And besides all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed, so that those who want to pass from here to you cannot, nor can those from there pass to us.’
    27 “Then he said, ‘I beg you therefore, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, 28 for I have five brothers, that he may testify to them, lest they also come to this place of torment.’ 29 Abraham said to him, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.’ 30 And he said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ 31 But he said to him, ‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded though one rise from the dead.’”