Cara Simmons

❦ ~ HELPING CHILDREN GROW IN CHRIST ~ ❦
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"THAT I MAY PUBLISH WITH THE VOICE OF THANKSGIVING, AND TELL OF ALL THY WONDROUS WORKS."
PSALMS 26:7

     Hello, and welcome to my site! It is not much, but I hope you will be encouraged, by my music and writings that are scattered throughout these pages. In my busy life of being a wife, housekeeper, mother, home school teacher, office manager for my husband's pest control business, which are just a few of the many hats that I wear, I find little time to sit down and work on my next book. I promise that I have begun writing though, finding a few precious moments of inspiration and quietness that rarely come along, but I trust the Lord to help me complete it in His perfect timing.  
      God bless you this spring as you finish up school and look forward to a wonderful summer!

           ❦ Cara Simmons     

     
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY DAD: 

     It was exactly three years ago today that my daddy left his home on this earth to go to his permanent home in heaven with Jesus, his Savior. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a Sunday. I was at church helping the first and second grade girls Sunday School teacher with her class, but my heart was heavy. I had received a call the night before from my mother saying I should think about coming up soon. My dad had taken a turn for the worse and felt it was important for me to get up to see him. Because of our commitments at church we decided to leave right after lunch, but I could not shake the feeling that I should be heading up there right now.  The feeling grew heavier as the morning dragged on, and I decided I could not stand being in the service where people would be watching me, so I stayed in my classroom and prepared a week's worth of lessons for a sub to oversee as I knew I would be away for the entire week. All the while I kept praying and asking the Lord to allow my children and me to get up there in to see him before it was too late. 
     We got home and quickly ate lunch and began finishing up our packing so we could head out. And then the phone rang. It was my brother. A dreadful foreboding feeling came over me as I answered, and was crushed when I heard the words, "He is gone." Barely making it through the call, I hung up and broke down in the kitchen with my family all around me. I could not understand why God had not answered with a "yes" that day, and why He chose to take my dad before I could say goodbye. We still got in the car and drove the four and a half hours to my mom's house in Vermont, where we were all able to mourn together. 
     It took me quite a while to accept that God knows best, and I think I understand why He did not let my children and me say goodbye. He wanted our last memory of him to be a good one, because that is the one that will stick with you over time. Lots of good memories were made of better times and better health that we can hang onto. God is good. All the time. And He loves us, enough to prepare a place for us to go to when we leave here and enter heaven's gates. My dad is there now, enjoying the streets of gold and splendor of God's marvelous love everywhere he looks. I look forward to the day when Daddy can show me around and take me to the Lord's throne and we will bow the knee together as we worship our precious Redeemer.