October 27, 2009 October 27, 2009
Posted by Cindy Beecher in God.trackback
I tried to call my Dad several times today. I knew he was really weak and could not physically answer the phone. I tried, nonetheless, hoping a nurse would be in his room to answer the phone and put the receiver to his ear so I could speak with him.
I felt compelled to dial his number one last time at 6:28pm. I dialed the number, waited a few rings and a nurse answered. I asked if she would please put the phone up to my Dad’s ear so I could speak with him. She did.
I told him that Jesus died for all his sins. I told him all he had to do was believe in what Jesus did for him on the cross and he could go to be in heaven with Him. I told my dad I loved him. I told my dad goodbye.
I don’t know the exact time of my Dad’s death, but my brother called my cell phone at 6:46pm to tell me that Dad had died.
I believe my last phone call to my Dad was a gift to me from my heavenly Father. My hope is that in those last moments of life my Dad believed.
Though my heart is broken, my hope remains in God alone, He is the Lord and giver of Life. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
I will travel on Thursday for his funeral. The grieving has just begun, but God is with me. I am so very thankful not to be making the trip alone!
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