March 3, 2008
Before Jake went to heaven, he took me to look at a piece of Texas land. “Mom, I think you and Dad would be happy out here.” I wondered in my mind, “you would be happy here, wouldn’t you Jake’? The land was pure Texas, out in the flat prairie where Jake and a best friend had spent many hours pretending to goose hunt. I think they solved life’s problems on those cold and wet winter mornings, watching the sun come up.
“We can’t afford this Jake, but keep looking, we will find something, God willing.”
Since those days, I have spent a number of nights, looking at the stars and thinking about heaven. I have spent time thinking about what it would mean to own a piece of land. What I e