When a person you love,
is standing right on the precipice of this life,
staring almost into the realm of Heaven,
we can see it in these moments sometimes,
in their eyes,
the assurance of this,
this comes from knowing they have loved the Lord.
Every person's exit from this life varies so much.
Some never know when death is upon them.
Others may have had a life of sickness,
where every day is a struggle.
We never know,
when our last breath is upon us.
Looking at my mom in a hospital bed tonight,
her ninety something year old body,
growing weaker by the day.
Dementia has clouded the memory,
the body racked with the pains of age.
Yet, there are stray stories from her childhood,
that still come shining through.
As her son,
I look at her in amazement,
realizing very soon that she will be in the arms of Jesus.
I know God,
our beautiful Lord will usher her home,
right at the correct time,
that she needs to be in His presence.
My memory works overtime,
picturing in my mind,
all the stages of my life,
that she nurtured and loved me,
including that love and care she had for my father, brothers, and sister.
She cared for so many people,
felt emotions so real.
I remember her sacrifice,
all her hard work that she poured out on her family.
She instilled faithfulness about God in our lives,
by the life she exemplified.
Sin, oh yeah,
she suffered with that monster,
just like each and every one of us,
that has walked this earth,
with the one exception of our perfect Lord Jesus.
She gave us a good start and life,
by the servitude and richness of character
that she brought our way.
I know she will be in Heaven soon,
but probably not today,
but when she arrives,
Jesus will know just what to say.
Marc Fournier ( A41-497 )
is standing right on the precipice of this life,
staring almost into the realm of Heaven,
we can see it in these moments sometimes,
in their eyes,
the assurance of this,
this comes from knowing they have loved the Lord.
Every person's exit from this life varies so much.
Some never know when death is upon them.
Others may have had a life of sickness,
where every day is a struggle.
We never know,
when our last breath is upon us.
Looking at my mom in a hospital bed tonight,
her ninety something year old body,
growing weaker by the day.
Dementia has clouded the memory,
the body racked with the pains of age.
Yet, there are stray stories from her childhood,
that still come shining through.
As her son,
I look at her in amazement,
realizing very soon that she will be in the arms of Jesus.
I know God,
our beautiful Lord will usher her home,
right at the correct time,
that she needs to be in His presence.
My memory works overtime,
picturing in my mind,
all the stages of my life,
that she nurtured and loved me,
including that love and care she had for my father, brothers, and sister.
She cared for so many people,
felt emotions so real.
I remember her sacrifice,
all her hard work that she poured out on her family.
She instilled faithfulness about God in our lives,
by the life she exemplified.
Sin, oh yeah,
she suffered with that monster,
just like each and every one of us,
that has walked this earth,
with the one exception of our perfect Lord Jesus.
She gave us a good start and life,
by the servitude and richness of character
that she brought our way.
I know she will be in Heaven soon,
but probably not today,
but when she arrives,
Jesus will know just what to say.
Marc Fournier ( A41-497 )
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