Today was kind of surreal. I got a call this morning saying that Pops is ready to go home and he wanted to have his family there with him to say good bye.
My prayer all day yesterday was that God would reveal to me what to do.
I wanted so bad to go and see him to tell him I love him one last time and on the other hand, I didn't want to see him in the condition he is in. Today, it was very heavy on my heart to go and be there for him. I really was not ready for what I saw but God met us there in the hospital room and covered it with a peace only He could give. When I walked in his room he was saying,
" Oh Lord, take me home, I am ready to go home...I want to come home."
My heart was so glad at that moment. All my selfishness went out the door and at that moment my soul was at peace with this situation. The whole family was there with him, talking about all the great memories we have with him and praying that God would come and take him home SOON! He is so ready to go, and we are finally ready to let him run into the arms of Jesus. The very one who gave him life is about to take him home and we are so excited for him.
Don't get me wrong, it has been the hardest day in my entire life with many tears and heartache but this is the Lord's plan and His timing is perfect.
Nothing happens outside of His timing.
Pops is still here with us and we are praying that he gets to run into the
arms of his Savior soon.
He will have both of his legs again, no more pain, infections, worries....
he is a lucky man.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity
under heaven: a time to born and a time to die...." - Ecclesiastes 3:1