Excerpt from Lamentations of the Heart (Wells-Smith): "I will remain in awe for the rest of my earthly life."
... Two
weeks later, an old friend and I took Grant’s [my son's] remaining ashes to Eureka
Springs, Arkansas, my favorite place for Autumn retreats. Scott stayed home to
care for our animals and give me a chance to fulfill my final mission with a
much needed break during my most loved season of the year.
There was a light, misty rain at times,
but the weekend was still lovely. I tried to take momentary breaks from my
thoughts of Grant as we enjoyed the hills, foliage and turn of the century
charm that’s unique and family oriented.
On our final day, we went to Inspiration
Point, a gorgeous outlook that gives a sweeping view of the valley below. In
years past, I’ve looked upon multi-colored trees scattered among streams, farm
houses and red roofed barns, all of it appearing miniature from the fenced area
above. It was always breathtaking in the sunlight, but that morning, it was
cloudy with patches of fog as we drove up the winding road to our destination.
I clutched my small pouch of ashes and asked to be alone for a moment to pray
and reflect. No one else was there, which was very unusual.
I approached the observation area and
looked down. The entire valley was filled with fog that completely blanketed
the view. It literally reached up to right below the fence where I stood. At
first, I wondered if I should return later, but something held me there. As I
continued to look at the thick cover of fog, a small, circular rainbow, in a
soft lavender color, began forming, directly below me, hovering on top of the
fog. I was mesmerized and didn’t move. As I continued to look, my shadow was
projected into the center of it.
There was no sun that day, and there was
no rational way that it could be happening. It could only have been the light
of God, and there are no words to fully describe its beauty. I called out to my
friend to join me, wondering if she’d be able to see it too. She looked down
and her breath drew in.
“Oh Marti, Marti.”
We continued to gaze at it, as my
beautiful gift, my rainbow, slowly began to disappear. As it did, I released
Grant’s ashes. Part of them fell into the fog, part remained on the rocks
directly below the fence. We went to the car without speaking, as I tried to
regain my composure enough to drive. I had asked Father for Grant’s spirit to
be with us that day, too, and it was so spectacular that I was in awe. I will
remain in awe for the rest of my earthly life. ...
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