A good, old-fashioned cry was and still is at times the first order of business when I think of leaving my family. I am truly not afraid to die, but it is very hard to burn to ashes the hopes of the future years with my darling husband, children, and precious grandchildren. But Jesus is leading me through this dark valley also and even when the tears come it is more for them than for me.
My family and friends could not have been more supportive and loving. I have really learned to covet the prayers of Christians. Knowing my name is being raised to God helps me desire to be in the center of His will--whether that is to be healed or called home.
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