Augh! I forgot to write about something magic that has happened! Sadly, I can't think of anything.....

think magic think magic think magic think magic think magic

not working

Umm...

got one!

My mother, Donna Joan Parks Fischer, died on Friday June 1st 2001. I had wrestled with the idea of not going to church on Sunday, but I knew I did not want to be home alone and church was the place I needed to be.

So I went.

On the way to church the tears started slipping down my cheeks again. I remember thinking that Mom will never get to visit our little country church again. She would never get to do this, to see that. I prayed to God that he would let me know that Mom was in a better place. That she was in no pain and that she was OK.

My prayer was answered about 15 minutes later when the first song our songleader John led us in was "In the Garden". The song was one of my favorites and I knew that God was telling me where my mother was. And she was OK.

In the Garden
by C. Austin Miles

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear,
Falling on my ear;
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me,
and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody
That He gave to me,
Within my heart is ringing.

And He walks with me,
and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho' the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go;
Thru the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

And He walks with me,
and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.