Death seemed imminent.
Everyone knew it.
Family said their tear-filled good-byes via facebook.
Nurses smiled, encouraged, but
I sensed the certain sadness in their eyes.
Another covid patient would bite the dust, and
become a pandemic statistic.
But death, where is your sting?
I felt no sting.
One envisions their last days filled with
But these feelings were foreign to me on that last day.
Earthly thoughts drifted away.
The glories of Heaven consumed my mind.
Today will be the most wonderful day of my life.
Today I meet Jesus!
There was no white flash or tunnel.
Only Jesus Himself and Jesus alone.
I was ecstatic!
Today is the day.
Today I meet Jesus.
The One I love most.
The Love of my eternal life.
I haven't been this excited since my wedding day.
Only more so!
Today is the day I finally see Jesus.
I thought of my family, and there was peace.
Sure, they would grieve.
But Jesus would not take me unless He would care for them.
They would laugh again.
Remember me around campfires and dinner tables.
Create memories without me.
I'll make family history as the grandma who died in a pandemic.
Funny, the things you think about when death's door is the next door.
He shut Heaven's door until another day.
My healing was decisive.
Doctors were talking
In my heart I knew doctors were deciding
whether to keep trying to keep me alive or give up.
In my heart I knew my death date was God's plan, and
not a medical decision.
"Take her off the oxygen."
The nurse startled, repeated the order.
"Let's see how she does,"
the doctor hoped for one last chance at life.
I breathed again.
I breathed again and again and again.
I keep on breathing nine months later.
"O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"
1 Corinthians 15:55
"I will not die, but live, and tell of the works of the Lord."
"and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die."