You Are Now Resting in His Peace.

On Friday, June 3, 2011 at 9:54.38pm, my Mom went to be with Jesus.  The last week of her life was hard to watch for those caring for her, her family.  When I arrived early Thursday afternoon, I went in to see my Mom, spoke to her but don't know if she knew I was there;  she didn't respond in any way.  By that evening, all her children were at her bedside.  We sang the old hymns to her and my dad before turning out the lights at bedtime.  The next day, Hospice came out and confirmed that Mom was in a comma and it was only a matter of hours before she would pass.  Throughout that day, we each spent time with her telling her what we still wanted to say to her.  After supper, my parent's pastor, Jeff Martin, came out to meet with us about the service we were planning.  See, Pastor Jeff has only been at my parent's church about a year and never knew Mom when she was well.  We wanted him to know some more things about her so when he spoke at her memorial service, it would be real and meaningful.  After sitting and talking with him for a while, my sister-in-law, Donna, came out and got my sister Lydia to come check on Mom.  Her breathing had changed.  "It's time to come sing."  All of us who were there went into my Mom's room and began singing hymns again.  We knew the end was near.  My dad sat singing with us, holding Mom's hand.  As we began to sing "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine", we all watched Mom's breathing as it was becoming less and less.   As we were singing the second verse:  "Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;  Angels descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love...." Mom stretched, closed her mouth and was still.  We continued to sing the song, crying and holding onto each other.  We sang her into glory, to her heavenly home.  What a bitter sweet moment it was.   We will miss you, Mom, but we know without a shadow of doubt the we will see you again on the other side.

".....she's a dancer in the garden....she dances with the flowers....in the early morning hours....she's a dancer..."----from a song by Larry Norman.

 Posted by Sarah