There is a sweetness yet sadness watching as God readies His saints to come home. Those who have blazed the path of modeling the Christian faith and life before us are slowly being called one by one to their eternal reward.
For several years Gary and I taught a group of seniors in our church; seniors in age, not in level of education. Those lovely men and women through maturity of faith and walk of life, showered Gary and I with lovely stories of God's faithfulness and generously allowed us to share our humble knowledge of Biblical lessons. Their love, support, encouragement and willingness to teach us regarding their faith in the Lord drew us into a closer fellowship with one another and our Lord. This fellowship remains with Gary and I today as with heavy hearts we attend funeral gatherings to celebrate their lives.
Through all this heaviness, I haven't attended too many of the actual services. To be honest, I am awaiting a time that continues to draw closer as my sweet mama gets a little more tired, a little less hungry and a little more anxious to just "go home"..... Recently I asked her if she thinks about heaven more now and she said, "Oh, goodness yes!" "In the day or at night when I get ready to go to sleep, or nap, I think about what heaven is like, who I will see, and what Jesus will look like! I won't be in pain anymore, no sadness, no sickness, no blindness, I won't miss anybody anymore." "But, yes, I think about what it would be like to see the saints....will we know each other?" Actually, when I got her on the subject she smiled and continued to express her feelings on a wonderful time and a wonderful place...living on and on and on!
Mom wonders about my Dad....where is he, what is he doing, is he happy? Interestingly, she expressed very clear, concise pictures of what she thinks about heaven. She does want to see my brother, Bobby, who was injured at birth and never really knew us and died at the age of 27. All this beautiful sharing when mom was tired, sleepy and expressed no appetite yet, when the subject of heaven came up, she was alert and excited to express her joy of a time and place yet to come.
Then I asked, "Mom, are you afraid to die?" And she said, "Of course you are a little scared of leaving this world. But I often wonder what your dad's last thoughts were when he was taking his final breath. Just depend on God and say, 'Not my will, but thine be done.' His hands are always out there to ease the pain and comfort and take me to a better place. Death is something that is coming and something we've got to do, I just pray mine is quick! Is that bad??"
"God has led me through mountains; my marriage, little Robert (my brother who died), losing my parents, losing my sisters, when Daddy (her name for my dad) died...each time I feel like I've climbed these mountains. Even now i asked the Lord is this mountain I'm currently climbing going to be my last?" When I die I will have climbed my last mountain."
Yes, we continue to watch the saints as they march home....including our own sweet moms and dads. But God's grace is sufficient and His mercy new each and every morning!
God bless, my friends! The picture below was taken a year or so ago....mom doesn't look quite like this anymore.....pray for us as we continue to walk this journey....thank you, my friends!