She is heaven
I wrote the following this afternoon. This evening she was in heaven.
As I sit by her bedside
watching her take each breath,
knowing it may be her last,
I am grateful for the years I’ve known her.
Grateful for her love.
Grateful for the laughter and tears we shared.
Grateful for so many sweet memories.
Most of all I am grateful for Him who knew no sin, who became sin, that we might become the righteousness of God. That she might become the righteousness of God.
She’s known Him in part for many years.
Soon she will know Him in whole.
Face to face.
In all of His glory.
It has been my honor to care for her these past four years. I’ve done what I could. I’ve tried to do what was right for her according to her wishes and needs. I’ve done my best.
As I sit here waiting, I think of the prayer prayed as part of the sacrament of last rites:
“Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant E. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive her into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. Amen.”
“May her soul and the souls of all the departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.”