by ElleJay » Sat Oct 08, 2016 11:44 pm
Reading this post has made me wish to lend credence to its contents. Why Yahweh worked in the following ways in my life, I do not fully understand, but I will ever be glad that He did. He took the sting of death away for me, in part, as I watched my parents leave this earthly life behind.
I was blessed to be able to be with both of my parents when they passed on. I believe their deaths were God’s way of reassuring me, because the thought of death … dying … putting a body in the grave … from an earthly view … is not happy … nor comforting. In fact, the unknown is a little bit scary … even though I know it should not be. Reading about death in the Scriptures makes me want to die as many of the patriarchs did … so simply … and he slept with his fathers (or some such wording).
The morning my Dad died is rather unforgettable, because the night had been horrific. I will not go into the details, but that morning we were sitting in the bedroom … an aunt, uncle, my mother, and me. Daddy had been quiet for a bit … perhaps an hour or so … was more or less in a comatose state, although we had talked some that morning. We were waiting for the nurse to come, and she had barely stepped into the room when my Dad suddenly opened his eyes, wider than I had ever seen before and looked upward … toward a corner of the room. My Mother said several times … “What is he looking at? What does he see?” To this day, I have to believe he was seeing into a dimension that was mesmerizing … a scene he never removed his eyes from until he drew that final breath. To me, he must have been viewing the most amazing and delightful sight that was unimaginable … the glory of God and the life everlasting … in some facet. It was absolutely unforgettable. I believe at that very moment, we were watching him leave this old life behind and stepping into a new and glorious one … and had no desire to even look back.
As for my Mother, she was in the hospital and had been on a respirator for some days. It was a struggle for me to consent that she be removed. (There were a multitude of counsellors … and my sister … and they all gave me the space I needed to finalize this dreaded decision.) Mother’s three week stay was a struggle for me. Losing her has been a struggle for me. It is good to remember, though, the many good things that came from those final three weeks of her life. (I should pull a letter I wrote about some of the miraculous things that happened, and quote some of the passages for you, but I wish to zero in on that particular day.) There was quite a crowd gathered in her room. The respirator had not as yet been removed. Suddenly a buzzer sounded and a light came on … and it came from her bed. All eyes moved to the bed. Someone saw the light and read the words by the light that was on ... which said, “Patient Out of Bed.” There was absolutely no one standing by her bed that could have pressed the button that lighted that message. In fact, I do not think any of us ever paid any attention to the buttons and lights on her hospital bed. We could only stare at each other in wonder, and I have to believe that it was done in part to help me come to grips with the removal of the respirator. I believe it was a message … that my Mother had departed for that wonderful unseen kingdom of God. I believe there have been studies that when a person dies, and the spirit departs, there is a loss of body weight, and Mother’s bed could weigh her. So, when her spirit stepped out of that bed, the buzzer went off and the light by "Patient Out of Bed" came on. I have no other explanation about what happened that day other than it being a message from Yahweh … our God … that Mother had departed. We may think that we hold life and death in our hands at times, but in reality, it is the hand of Yahweh that holds life and death in His righteous hands. I believe He was lightening my burden.
So, in both cases, I believe my Father and my Mother were gone from their bodies before their bodies died. Although I still do not like to think about the death of the body, it is easier for me since I have seen both of my parents pass on. I believe God intervened in a real way to help allay my own fears and misgivings … and, perhaps to others who were there as well.
Yahweh does work in mysterious ways … and He has given us a Comforter Who is able to comfort in extraordinary ways. Someday I believe we will see all the many ways He directed our paths … and intervened so that we might run this race and cross the finish line … because He first loved us … and chose us to be His people.
Elle