“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4 (KJV)
Has it been a week already?
Last Sunday, Hospice called and said “it’s close”. My husband and I rushed to the facility and stayed by Mom’s bedside for five hours. She had been battling cancer there for two weeks and unconscious for the past two days. When there wasn’t a substantial change, the nurses encouraged us to go and get some rest, promising that they would call us immediately if we needed to return sooner.
When we arrived back at Mom’s home, I didn’t feel like resting. I told Frank that I wanted to go back and see her, just for an hour or so, and then I’d return and we’d go back together for the night. Upon re-entering her room, I saw that she had been moved to the right side of the bed…which gave me enough room to crawl into the left side next to her. I snuggled close, put my arm around her, and just held her. I listened to her breathe. It was actually quite comforting to me and I remembering thinking…hoping…that perhaps her cancer was all just a dream.
Then, out of blue, I had an urge to read the Bible to her. I sat up and said “Mom, I brought my Bible today…let’s see what God has to say to us.” I didn’t have a verse in mind…I did what I always liked to do…just opened The Word “randomly” and find out what God had to say.
Someone told me a long time ago that nothing is ever “random” in life and that coincidence is spelled G-O-D.
Before I continue, I want to share this with you. Mom had a plaque on her living room wall that hung in every house we had lived in for as long as I could remember. The verses on it brought her comfort:
“Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” John 14:1-3 (KJV)
So last Sunday afternoon at 4:30 pm, when I opened my Bible to read to my Mom, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Yep. You guessed it.
My Bible had opened “randomly” to John 14:1-3.
And as I read the verses outloud, I looked over at Mom. Her eyes, which had been closed for two days, were wide open and bright blue. She looked peaceful and I knew she was with Jesus.
Once again, I believe, those verses brought her comfort.
I’ve got chill bumps.
I mean…how awesome is that? How Awesome is God?!
And, as I looked at her, in spite of my heartbreak, I felt happy. Happy that her cancer was gone. Happy that she wasn’t suffering anymore. Happy that she was with Jesus and I’d see her again someday.
Yes, it has been a week already. And, I miss her more than words can say. But, I am comforted in ways that are beyond my understanding.
Like when we had a birth in our extended family on Monday, the day after she died. Little Nolan was born 3 weeks early.
Spread your joy,