Good-bye Aunt Helen

This morning I took Braeden to t-ball and when I returned home I noticed a few cars more than normal and I knew immediately what it meant.  I went inside and checked the answering machine and the message was there.  Aunt Helen is on her way to heaven where she can be with her husband, brother, and son.  She lived a long life of 90 years and was in pain and is at peace now with her loved ones and the biggest garden of all.

Here is one of her favorite hymns:

On Eagle’s Wings

You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord,
Who abide in his shadow for life,
Say to the Lord: "My refuge,
My rock in whom I trust!"

The snare of the fowler will never capture you,
And famine will bring you no fear;
Under his wings your refuge,
His faithfulness your shield. 

You need not fear the terror of the night,
Nor the arrow that flies by day;
Though thousands fall about you,
Near you it shall not come. 

For to his angels he's given a command
To guard you in all of your ways;
Upon their hands they will bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.

And he will lift you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of his hand.