Moments of Life and Death

I LOVE my life! I know, I grumble alot, but really, I wouldn't trade living in the church right now for anything. I just got back from a weekend in Philadelphia with the saints there, which was so wonderful. What a privilege just to stand in their midst and look at their faces and know that She is still in Landsdowne. Oh what a bright torch she is burning high up on that mountain!
On the flight home, the weather was some of the worst I've ever encountered while flying, and I really thought I might not make it home. While losing and then regaining altitude at enormous speed, like the sky was drowning in rain and was trying to take a huge gulp of air and us with it, I decided what my last deeds on earth would be. First I would write a note. I planned to put it in my mouth so that it wouldn't burn up or be lost or anything. Then I would try to use the phone to call Bill and tell him and the kids that I loved them. I would shout to the people on the plane that Jesus Christ is all that matters. Then I would hang on and brace myself for the end. At that point I had several thoughts. One was: "I'm glad I got to see Philly before I died!" I felt strangely peaceful about it all, and marveled at that. I shed a few tears (it was truly a horrifying scene out of the window, and I have NO fear in me at all of flying. ) I broke out into a horrid sweat, and prayed that if I lived through the night, may He please keep me from vomiting! But there was something in the middle of me that was resting. There in the very center of who I am, there was no fear, no regret. Just Christ.
So here's the note that never got placed between my molars, by the grace of God!

Dear Bill, Bo and Emma.
I love you very much.
Jesus Christ is all that Matters.

Sarah Heroman May 29th, 2005