Let Freedom Write

Freedom, Freedom, Freedom no I am not talking about America's freedom although this is certainly the weekend to celebrate that and all who have made our freedom possible. Freedom came for a visit tonight. This incredible young lady is the 1 who blessed us with the poem for Ryan's goodbye party handouts. What an amazing young mother she has become. I remember her proudly sitting behind the counter at the eye doctor's office when she got 1 of her first jobs. She was so mature and responsible even then. Well, at least that is how I saw her.

Ron and I had a wonderful visit with her and she was full of wisdom, comfort, and understanding. This knowing young lady was 1 of Ryan's closest friends and knew so much about his generous heart. How he made everyone in the room feel like they got the most of his attention and each felt they were his absolute favorite. It was just Ry's gift. That ornery little smile that crept all the way up into his eyes. Somehow he just made us all feel like we were in on whatever scheme he was cooking up. Freedom can know for sure from his insightful mom that she truly was 1 of his closest friends.

I know it is her poem but I need to beg forgiveness and share it here for those who did not get a card at the service. It is perfectly written, each and every word is just right. What a blessing it has been for us all to have this pearl to remember Ryan with and to know that he is safe in God's garden.

I was walking in a garden as the sunshine kissed my face
And I stared in pure amazement at the beauty of this place.
The painted sky of greens and blues took my breath away
Like someone mixed a sunset, with the Milky Way.
There were a hundred kinds of plants in different shades of green
Some to me familiar but most I'd never seen.
Flowers by the thousands went as far as I could see
Inside this sweet nirvana I felt completely free.
I heard a voice behind me say, "I call this garden Zion"
I didn't have to turn around to know that it was Ryan.

With a quiver in my footstep and my voice caught in my chest
I turned to see him standing there looking more than best.
With a glow of light around him and no sadness in his eyes
I didn't know quite what to say so I began to cry.

He took me by the hand and said, "You don't need to shed more tears.
For every drop my friends have cried, have made this garden here.
Don't dwell upon the how's and why's that led me to this place,
But rest assured in knowing that I'm engulfed by God's grace.
Inside this serene garden there is no sadness and no pain,
I don't feel any darkness and I don't feel any shame.
There is only peace and comfort that I feel inside my soul
For inside Heaven's Garden the hurt no longer takes its toll.
So thank you for your teardrops and I know that it's been rough
But I no longer need the salty rain, this garden's big enough.

Written by: Freedom Spencer Colson 4-10-10   absolutely perfect Freedom. Thank you for this precious image of Ryan's peaceful forevermore.

In Him,
Joyful
7-2-2010