If you’ve ever watched a loved one die, you know that one of the hardest parts is at the end when the person is not really here and not really gone, and you’re simply waiting for the end to come…pretty tough.
I went out behind my house where the wind was blowing through the trees and cried out to God as many other daughters, and sons, have throughout the millenia. There’s a certain pain for those on a death watch. Besides the imminent permanent earthly loss of my earthly father, I can’t really “get on with life” because Dad’s still here, though not really here anymore, and gone, but not gone yet. Yeah, I know I said that already but… (How many times in life do we live exactly like that, not fully engaged in the present to build a future…)
All day long I’ve been roaming around, putzing on my computer near my dad, not wanting to be absent when he absents himself. I know this is part of life, this dying thing, and I bring my kids in from time to time, as ugly as the scene is, with my dad’s face distorted. I tell them to take a quick peek. One of my children thinks it’s freaky but my youngest daughter keeps popping in, checking things out with curiosity.
I read Psalm 23 and Psalm 24 and Psalm 19 to my dad. (These passages are beautiful and you can read or listen to them online at http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=Psalm+23 Just put in the passage in the search bar and it will be read to you from one of my favorite english versions.) There is no way to comprehend the majesty of the Lord God Almighty. We only get glimpses of it down here. My father is about to see it all. Praise the Lord!
My Heavenly Father sends His Comforter to me…the Holy Spirit! I receive comfort.
