Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Processing the Last Week

Life changes so fast sometimes. One week ago today, Dad called to tell me my Mamaw had fallen at the assisted living home. He was on his way to pick up my Grandfather and head to the hospital.

I went on to karate, stamped the student cards and loved on my little girlfriend, Faith. (Her dad and big brother take class and this little baby girl is my buddy during that hour.)

Dad didn't call back so I called him on the way home. He was waiting with her for a room to be ready. She had broken her ankle. At 93 years old, after two broken hips and other minor health issues, she had a broken ankle. Something didn't settle with me.

I've shared in the past that my Mamaw and I share a stronghold of fear. I guess my unsettled feeling was a little fear for her. I know she is scared of being alone and quite frankly, I was concerned for my Dad. All night sleepovers at the hospital just about do him in. I prayed for his strength and endurance and that God would give him a holy nudge to go home. He did and wound up back at the hospital early Wednesday morning.

Wednesday morning, he walked into her room early. Before 6:00 early. Her nurse for the evening, who by the way is related to us...AND was not supposed to be working that night, had been assigned to my Mamaw. She told my dad that Mamaw had a good night. Nothing crazy with her vitals, she rested...and WAS PLEASANT. In the words of sweet Nurse J. she had a good night for a 93 year old woman!

That is not like her. I'm not being disrespectful, it's just the truth. Mamaw met Jesus as Savior at the age of 90, and she had spent 90 years fighting this fear on her own. Normally a hospital stay for her meant nights of fighting sleep and whimpering and just plain hard work for my Dad. (I can testify to this as I spent a few nights with her over the last few years...Mamaw and I had a come to Jesus meeting at 2:30 one morning, I'm sure she is laughing about it now! But neither one of us were laughing then!)

I share that with you not to disrespect her, but to try and make you understand she was not herself that night. I believe that God was allowing her to see a glimpse of Heaven. There was about 15 minutes in the ER that she seemed to be somewhere else. With all my heart, I believe she knew what was happening.

When Dad came back that Wednesday morning, she introduced him to the staff coming on and was still quite pleasant. She asked the Nurses and my Dad to help her sit up and was still talking..then she was gone. That quick.

No warning.

No pain.

Just closed her eyes and entered glory. Dad said he he felt like she had just seen the face of Jesus because she was smiling and her countenance was glowing.

No fear.

Hebrews 11:1 says Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.

I believe that God had given her a glimpse of the unseen. Her last night on this earth was so peaceful because she was finally free of that fear and confident that death is really the beginning.

As much as I love my Mamaw and miss her...I'm thrilled for her! She is in the presence of Almighty God! She would not trade His presence for anything!!! So, I will do as Hebrews 10:23 says and

hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.

God was so faithful to her. He is so faithful to us when we are far from faithful to Him.

I shared this verse at the funeral. It's my life verse and one that I had read over Mamaw during that long night I talked about earlier. :) It's Deut. 33:12

Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long,and the one the LORD loves rests between his shoulders.

So thankful that she is worshipping and literally resting between His shoulders tonight.



My grandparents the Christmas after Mamaw accepted Christ as Savior.

8 comments:

michelencindy said...

Oh Steph, what a powerful testimony. In glory. With Glory. We eagerly wait to join them. Love you!

Fran said...

Mercy......just happy tears Steph! Rejoicing in her life and death with you.

So much love,
Fran

TLawwell@hebronchurch.org said...

Beautiful!

Alisa said...

No warning. No pain. No fear. Absolutely beautiful way to enter into His presence. Thanks for sharing. Love and hugs, Alisa

Anonymous said...

Stephanie, Aunt Hazel was a perfect example of a wonderful woman. She was special woman to me and mostly Bill. I have always loved her and Uncle Jay, and she will be trully missed. She would not trade where she is now with any of us. She is safetly home with her LORD and SAVIOR and ohhh how awesome that must be. So thankful she accepted him 3 years ago to live eternally with him. You gave a blessed talk and I know she wasso very proud of you. Love ya .... Janice Lively

Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness! Tears of joy for her and you! Stephanie, Tim and I miss you guys so much! I know that look of peace she had because my dad had that same look when the priest gave him his last rites 15 years ago. Yes I miss him so much but I know where he is and that brings me peace and joy. God bless you and your family.

Carol said...

Tears! This was a beautiful tribute. What a day of rejoicing...

jodi said...

What an incredible story! So sorry for your loss, but truly...what a blessing for her!