Jacky Ralph Amos

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The other morning I just lay in bed and had a simple question to ask God.  He always answers via his word, be it through some ministry, some path that I cross...or even sometimes directly to me.  I have to talk to God before I can get up and get going, for hours sometimes, but....

 

I get up and get going!  (smile)

 

I didn't even get to finish my question this time before He shot the answer clean into my spirit and penetrating my heart.  And it was straight from His word.

 

My question was how could I feel you so alive and still in existence, while I KNEW that my other loved ones were in heaven, but YOU...this time is different.  I could literally FEEL your aliveness and existence in heaven.  Others, I just simply accepted that they were alive and in heaven.

 

Didn't get to finish my question.  I only managed to get out the "how I could feel you so alive" part when God immediately responded>>"To comfort you.  I AM your Comforter.  Remember?  You reminded Me that very minute that you needed me..."

 

That made me smile.  Soooo scriptual.  And if it's straight from the Scripture, then it's truly straight from God.  Reminds me to always stay in the Scripture so that I can hear God much more quickly.

 

I love you, Jacky.  I miss you.  I won't stop living<you've given me incentive to live more, but I will never cease to look forward to living where you are now.  It must be awesome.

 

And I am one proud Mama this Mother's Day.  Life here is good, and heaven is richer.

I miss you, brother.

I love him, I miss him! So much. Haven cried last night while I was tucking her in saying "I miss Jacky" It broke my heart and all I could say was don't cry, be happy, and dream about him. I told her to tell God to give him a kiss for her. She is so loving and I am so glad that she remembers him. She has done that maybe about 4 or 5 times out of the blue since he died. We talk about him all the time though and tell God to give him lots of kisses daily on the way to school when we say our prayers for safety, joy, and protection. I love that girl. She starts softball Thursday and I know Jacky would be t he first one there to watch if he was still here, I know he will be looking down though. She is in Kindergaten and makes all 100's and is on the 1st grade reading level! she didn't even go to pre-K! I know he is proud of her as I am. He is greatly missed but I know I will see him again.

God,

It’s only a little over a week until Christmas! I miss Jacky and for a bunch of reasons. Especially the sarcastic joking and picking on each other.  About this time after all this shopping I would txt him pictures of GA stuff and things that I could never afford and be like.. you want this don’t ya? I would be buying him some GA sweatshirts and hats. I know he is in great hands and prays for us constantly so that we will one day feel and experience what he is. Every time I feel sad and down God, it’s like I picture Jacky praying that you take that sadness away from me because he is happy and I shouldn’t be sad for him if anything. Like he is telling me he is alright. Also every time I think about him, it’s like I can feel him happy because I am remembering him in happy ways. I still can hear his funny sarcastic phrases.

Me and Haven will be making Jesus a Birthday cake on Christmas eve, along with Santa’s cookies. We will also make something in memory of Jacky, maybe a GA cookie or a John Deer cookie. Take care of me , Haven, and Momma.

 

Giving my hugs and kisses to you and my family up there,

 

Angie Amos