My Mom died yesterday.
She became very sick at her nursing home a few days ago and we knew her time was not for long, but nobody thought this soon. The Lord, as in most cases, had other plans.
Kim and I were pleased to have made it over the day before yesterday to talk with her and pray for her. She clearly heard my prayer as I held her.
My prayer for her was one of intercession. My prayer for her was one of hope. My prayer for her was that, within her final hours, God, by His grace, mercy, will and power, would lovingly regenerate my mother's heart and present her with the gifts of true repentance and faith; that once and for all, she would be granted the free gift of God's grace and receive Jesus, the Christ, as her Lord and Savior.
My prayer was that our Sovereign Lord would lavish upon her the same mercy he lavished upon me, forgive her sins, adorn her with a robe of righteousness purchased for her by the shed blood of Jesus on the cross and welcome her into His eternal kingdom to be with Him, to worship Him and glorify Him forever. I closed my prayer with heartfelt thanksgiving for the love of our Heavenly Father and for the love of my earthly mother.
With a hug and a kiss, a smile and a wink, an assurance of mutual love and, of course, some tears, we said our goodbyes.
Time does not allow me to elaborate, but I left her room with more than a sense of fleeting hope. This was not a 'feelgood' sensation just to help me feel better, nonewhatsoever. But I have every confidence that I will one day see my mother again when, by God's grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ alone, I enter the realm of eternal glory. Until then...
...good-bye, Mom.
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