…A TIME TO DIE.



Sixty-some years ago, Shirley brought her only child, a beautiful baby girl into the world.  Like all new moms, she held her precious baby, probably kissed her little head, and counted all her fingers and toes.  Shirley was there and gave Debby life.

A few years later, she became a single mom.  It was just she and Deb, together making their way way through everyday life…Shirley working to provide for herself  and her little girl; Debby in school doing what all little school girls do.  And so the years passed.

Debby grew up, married and had two beautiful daughters of her own.  As time went on, her husband was transferred with his company.  It was then Debby moved to my home state, some twenty-five years ago, and we became friends.

We laughed and enjoyed each others company.  Deb was always a good listener and there for me during sad times, as well as the joyful ones.  Our friendship was relaxed and easy.  We understood each other and what we were all about.  We had similar beliefs and values.  We shared our faith.

During those years, Shirley would always make annual summer trips to Deb’s to spent many days with the family, especially those two wonderful granddaughters.  There were family excursions, pool time and bar-b-ques.  In return, her family spent many holidays taking the six hour drive back to be with her.

And so it went, until the last few years.  Shirley, well into her eighties, developed health problems.  Debby would get a call that mom was in the hospital and she would travel those six hours to be at her side.  Those calls became more frequent; the trips more frequent.

The last call came during Labor Day weekend.  Shirley was in the hospital… severe pain in her leg.  Tests showed an aggressive, malignant tumor in her chest, pressing on her spinal cord. The prognosis was poor; she had about a month to live, three months with chemotherapy.  She decided to forgo chemo; but, accepted several days of radiation therapy.  She was moved to a Hospice facility and her pain was being managed.

Mother and daughter spent many hours together talking, reminiscing, sharing silent time, holding hands.  Shirley confided that she was ready to meet her Maker… she lived a good life, she was ready.  There was a peace about her.  “It seems so surreal,” Debby told me.  Her daughters flew in from great distances to spend time with their dear grandmother and to say their good-byes.  Deb’s husband was there.  After Deb’s girls flew home, her mom failed quickly.

A nurse gave Debby the Divine Word Chaplet.  Shirley was delighted to learn that Jesus would come personally to take her home if Debby recited the chaplet at her bedside.  So, Deb promised her mom that she would devoutly pray it for her each day.  Shirley became unresponsive.  Debby continued her watchful, prayerful vigil, not only with the chaplet; but, with the rosary and prayers from her heart.  Shirley was peaceful as days turned into nights and then days again.

Debby knew the end was near.  She recited three beautiful prayers for the dying  and was praying the glorious mysteries of the rosary when Shirley opened her eyes and gave Debby a faint smile.

It was as if she saw Our Lord, Jesus, coming for her, and said to Debby, “good-bye, my dear daughter, thank you for being here; I love you.”  A few minutes later, Our Lord reached out His hand saying, “ Shirley, I am here to take you home to be with me.  Come, my faithful daughter.”  And then she breathed her last breath.

Just as Shirley brought Debby into this world, Debby was there as her mom passed from this world… a full circle.

May God bless you abundantly, my dear friend, for being such a loving, watchful daughter.

May you rest in peace, Shirley.  I will always remember you.

Dear God, Thank you for the blessing of knowing Shirley.  Comfort my friend and her family as they mourn the loss of someone so dear.  Amen.

 

COINCIDENCE OR GOD-INCIDENCE?



The other day my brother-in-law asked me if I believed God would arrange for a home run for my grandson.  Of course I did, and it was a beauty!  I believe, God Our Father takes an active role in my life.  I go to Him for all the small things….home runs for the grandsons,  no rain on my sister-in-laws 50th. anniversary party, finding my brother-in-laws keys.  And the list goes on.  It seemed as though he was wondering if God was working in his life when things were going well…or was it just a coincidence?

A  friend, many years ago told me that I shouldn’t bother God with trivial things.  Over my years there were many things I bothered God with that were catastrophic and He got me through them.  But now, during a time of tranquility in my life, it’s the small things I ask help with; that I bother God with.

“And, why not,” I ask?   Why shouldn’t I go to the God who loves me so much that He knows the numbers of hairs on my head?  The God who created me…who breathed life into very my soul.  Who knew me before He knit me in my mother’s womb.  The Father who sent His Son to died for me… for others, too; but, still for me.  Why should I presume He is above listening to me or caring enough about me to answer my prayers, my everyday pleas for help?

He loves me and is there for me.  I truly believe that I can humbly approach my Father for anything and He will listen to me.  He may not grant my request; but, He hears my prayers and is concerned for me.  He will help me.

So, when I pray for something trivial in the scheme of things, like a home run for my grandson, and that home run happens, why shouldn’t I believe God reached out to help, to answer my prayers?  Why should I think it was only a coincidence?

There is no argument strong enough to convince me that things are just coincidences.  I believe God is working in my life.  I believe God hears my prayers and when He deems fit, grants that prayer…grants that home run.  I believe that Our Loving Father wants to be involved in my life, my sometimes chaotic life, so that He can bring His Peace into my life.

May God bless you and all those you love.

Sharyn

Dear God,  Thank you for always listening to me.  Thank you for the many times you answered my prayers in the way I asked.  Thank you for the times you didn’t answer my prayers as I asked; but, in Your Wisdom gave me what was best for me.  Amen