| | D.C. al coda
Happy Birthday, halmunee. Our prayers have been answered.
We prayed that your suffering would end. And it ended.
We prayed that you would be healed. And you were healed.
We prayed that you would live. And you are alive.
. . .
My grandmother was moved from Emory Hospital to a nursing home in Savannah this past Thursday. She had been breathing well on her own, and it didn't seem necessary to keep her in the hospital any more. So, she took a little trip to the coast.
I was upset that she was being moved five hours away.
I was upset that there would be no one to see her, even if she couldn't tell the difference.
I was upset that we might forget her while she wasted away.
God heard the frustration and the cries of my heart. He answered in a way I didn't expect, but in a way that demonstrated the perfect fullness of his love and mercy--for my grandmother and for us.
When my dad called Saturday morning, I didn't know whether to praise God first or cry.
I guess it's perfectly normal to do both.
. . .
I will not see this as her dying, but her conquering death.
I will not see this as losing her on earth, but gaining her in Heaven.
I will not see this as a faithful life cut short, but as a new life forever giving glory to the Father.
coda
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby |
| | Posted 10/10/2004 3:53 AM - 1 view - 5 comments
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