When you are stripped of everything in life-the possessions you love, your clothing, the ability to walk, being able to communicate well; when you are at the mercy of others for all of your needs-the world becomes very meaningless.
What doesn't matter at all:
The election
what day it is
grudges + offences
hopes + dreams
Because here you are in a hospital bed and you are facing a final day on earth.
That is my mom's reality. Right now.
I'm writing about it because I need to.
She had a third stroke- a bad one. She is on comfort care. I visit every day. Some days are better than others. When I can get her to sip the thickened drinks-it's a good day. Bad days are when she is sleeping and I count her breaths per minute.
The most important reason none of life's troubles or joys are meaningless to her is that she is waiting for Jesus to come and take her Home.
There is nothing more important than knowing who God is and why on earth He loves us so much.
That thing in the back of your mind that creeps up to the front now and then and won't let you rest-that sin- that thing you know you did that was wrong. Well, Jesus died for that sin.
For all sin. For everyone.
You know what? Nothing else matters.
Ask Jesus into your heart.
He's real. And He loves you with a love that's impossible to contain in words.
He loves you.
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Sending hugs and prayers to you and your Mom. Hugs, Valerie
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Dear Debra - just catching up with your posts. My heart aches for you...your words remind me of a similar scene by my mom's bedside. Hugs!
Debra, I'm so sorry I didn't catch this post when it was fresh. I am catching up backwards, and it is from that vantage point I write: I hope this is true - that these posts will be a treasure for future you. A sharing of profound loss, and a testimony of great redemption. They are a gift to your readers, that I know.
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