Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Confidence and Peace in Her Last Hour

In the days since my grandmother's passing, I remembered a conversation we had a year or so ago. The house on the property in Greenwood, Virginia where she was born was being torn down and we drove by to see it one last time.

Bumma was typically the be-happy-that-it-happened-instead-of-sad-it's-over type. But on this day, she was unusually reflective and melancholy. She told me that with her home being torn down, among other things happening in her life, that it felt like the Lord was peeling away her attachments to this world and making it feel less like home. He was preparing her for her true and forever Home - Heaven. When we had this conversation, I couldn't have imagined she'd leave so soon. But maybe somewhere deep down, she did know. Maybe this was the Lord's preparing her to depart this life for the next.

Fast forward to April 14th, 2017 - Good Friday - and how Bumma told my aunts who were with her that morning waiting on the ambulance to arrive that she was "almost Home." It brings me to tears to think of the confidence and peace she spoke those words with and I pray that when I come to the end of my life and face the hour of my death, that by the grace of God, I will possess the same confidence and peace. She was an example of faith and trust to the very end. ❤️


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