Song: Heaven's Now My Home Words and Music by: Libby L. Allen, Copyright 2011

In Memoriam

In Loving Memory of

Nita Jacqueline Curtis Arnold

October 5, 1936 - February 3, 2010

74 Years


John D. Arnold, Jr.

Inverness, Fl

God Called You Home

God looked around his garden and He found an empty place. He then looked down upon this earth, and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. We knew that you were suffering. He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never get well on earth again. He saw that the road was getting rough, and the hills are hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids, and whispered "Peace be thine."It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone. For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

Letter From Heaven

In the words of Ruth Ann Mahaffey (c) we hear you saying:To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say. . . .but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness, here is just eternal love.Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember that I'm with you ever morning, noon, and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry, it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too . . . that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low, just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind, I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.And when it's time for you to go. . .from that body to be free, remember you're not going . . . you're coming here to me.(In part) John D. Arnold
Song: Heaven's Now My Home Words and Music by: Libby L. Allen, Copyright 2011

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