good news

A bit about my life right now. My mom is dying. I found out late Monday evening that her health had deteriorated so much that she probably would not live through this week. On Tuesday I arrived her with my family and after much discussion, decided the best thing for my mom right now is to provide her comfort care before she dies. Today she was moved to hospice care. It has been a difficult week hours for us here, but we are not without hope. The chaplain from the hospital came in Tuesday night to remind us of the love and promise of God, that neither my mom nor any of us can be seperated from God's care and love (Romans 8). We prayed. Tears were shed. Hands were held. We said our good-byes to my mom. After laying mostly unconsious through the entire evening, she did open her eyes during our time with the chaplain and opened her eyes as we all said good-bye to her before we left for the evening. She couldn't communicate, nor can she today (her health is detriorating fast), but her eyes communicated words beyond understanding. It was a bit of grace in the midst of death.

I was praying last weekend for a bit of good news and grace about my mom. Since the end of December the news from my mom about her health and life situation was nothing but bad news. God answered my prayer by allowing her to respond to our prayers for her with open eyes. Thanks God.