The Home Stretch... Maybe

My mom fell last week and hurt herself badly. The harder part was that my Dad found her semi-unconcious with blood coming from her mouth and nose. He had to call the ambulance and take her to the ER. She only spent a couple days in the hospital, but the time leading up to and since coming home have set a tone that we may be in the home stretch.

She doesn't really eat or drink much now. She is always tired and she can't really hold a conversation with you. The Hospice people are involved now and they haven't given her much time left unless things change. The Hospice people, God's angels of mercy on earth, tend to know their stuff.

So I cried tonight for her and begged God not to let it all happen while Scott is in jail. That will wound his heart deeply. I listened to Danny boy to help me grieve and I spent some time on a funeral check list website.

I've never understood our culture's goodbye process. At a time when all you want to do is nothing, you have to do everything. You have to figure out the details, tell everyone and then help them grieve when it seems like the thing you need most is to grieve yourself. Yes, it feels good to hear so many good words from others about your loved one, but why is it our job to help them grieve? I've been to several funerals and even took on the title of the "the funeral singer" for a time, but I've never actually planned one. So perhaps I am way off on this. We shall see.

My Father said it well tonight when we talked. "You don't want to see them go, but you can't watch them suffer anymore either." I don't even know the range of feeling words to capture that statement. But there is a long list of them.

So tonight, I believe in heaven not because I read it in a book, but because I want to believe that a good God has created a beautiful place for my mother to rest. No more sorrow, no more pain. A place where we will meet again and we will know each other fully in ways this life would not allow us to enjoy. A place where the love she has wandered the planet looking for, will finally be found and will be completely hers. A home with Jesus.

If none of it is actually true, I would rather just die deceived than to live in a different reality. I have wrestled with my doubt long enough to know that none of us will ever know with absolute certainty anything. Jesus is enough for me. He said it. He died for it. I believe it.

Come Jesus Come.