With Mother’s Day on my mind, I spent some time reading my journal as I recounted the last days of my Mom’s earthly sojourn.
She loved to talk about Heaven as she spent her final six weeks in our home. My wife, Denise, would read Randy Alcorn’s book, Heaven, to her, and we would sing about our Homeland. On January 8, 2013, she said, “I am going to Heaven with utter peace in my soul because He has gone to prepare a place for me (John 14:1-6). I’m glad we can talk about Heaven because that encourages me; that we do not skirt around the issue of death/dying.”
On my birthday, January 22, I wrote the following.
Last night was so special. Denise and I sang many songs of peace and about heaven. At one point, I just took the hymnbook and turned to all the songs under the heading of ‘Heaven,’ and we sang for a good while. I read from Rand Hummel’s book, Fear Not. At one point, Mom said, “Why do I feel this way?” Denise asked, “How are you feeling, Mom?” She said, “I can’t breathe, but I am not afraid.” Then Denise reminded her she was experiencing that peace that passes all understanding (Philippians 4:6-8). This is God’s peace at death!
Wednesday, January 23, at 6:00 p.m., Mom saw with celestial eyes her Homeland, Heaven, the land she had talked and read about, the land she had anticipated and played about on the piano since she was six years old.
So, on this Mother’s Day weekend, my Mom and Dad are Home. For me, while I wait to see my Jesus, my family, my loved ones, and my friends, I’m glad to say as we do in East Tennessee, “I’ll see you at the House!”
What a day that will be,
When my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face,
The One who saved me by His grace . . . .