Thanksgiving morning. I am alone in the quiet of the early day. I close each bedroom door and marvel at those beautiful bodies slumbering ...and I am grateful. It is our fourth Thanksgiving without Phoebe.
My husband's mother has been peacefully slipping away. Likely, she will die today.
I remember thinking how horrible it would be to die on Thanksgiving day ...a slap to the loved ones, the sting of it carried year to year.
I don't think that anymore. Today is a beautiful day to die ...in the context of our faith, all things are done with thanksgiving.
We've prayed each night for the angels and saints to greet and accompany Grammy. And we've prayed our beautiful Phoebe will too ...take her by the hand and lead her home.
Great mystery surrounds death ...what actually happens, how it happens. But our faith gives us so much to rest on, so much assurance and promise, that we can be certain in the great mercy and generosity.
Our own generosity cannot outdo Gods. And if we're living our faith, as best we can, we know to trust His great promise of eternity with Him. And if He allows my children to have a say in who gets to help Gram find her way there ...Phoebe is there ...waiting to take her grandmother into her arms.
While we wait here, she waits there. Together we all wait ...and so, we are indeed ...together.
Giving thanks today for the great blessings of this life.
Please pray for a peaceful death for Gram ...and for all her children and grandchildren. And I will pray that you all see the abundant blessings of your lives.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I will pray for Grammy, and your family.
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed day and thank you for so boldly sharing your faith and your life.
With love and prayers,
Gail
Praying for you and your mother-in-law, and the entire family in their grief.
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