I wanted to share the praise report of my dad going home to be with Jesus. There was a battle for his soul, but my dad is now in the presence of the Lord. The following is the account of what happened...I want to encourage anyone with unsaved loved ones, don't ever allow the thought of their loved ones not being saved to take up residence in your thought life.
On Wednesday, November 30, 2011, my dad went to be with the Lord, and this is the incredible story of his journey of death into life. My dad was 81 years old when he experienced his encounter with the Lord. It's such an wonderful story of God's amazing grace and faithfulness to keep that which we have committed unto Him against that day.
I saw my parent's on Thanksgiving at my niece's house about 2 1/2 hours away. My dad looked fragile and he was congested in his chest. My mom looked good and kept commenting on how sick pop looked.
On Friday, my sister takes pop to the hospital because he is throwing up alot of phlegm. They admit him.
On Monday my sister calls me and tells me my dad is in the hospital, and says pop wants to talk to me. All I could understand was pneumonia and two months...I thought he said two months. I said to him, "pop, could you put Pauline on the phone cause I don't understand what you said?" My sister gets on the phone and says matter of factly,"Pop's dying; he's terminal." I said, "okay." That was in the afternoon.
Tuesday as I'm cleaning the bathroom, I feel such an urgency inside me that I have to go to Georgia today. Then my niece calls, "pop is dying, he may not be alive when you get here". I call my husband, and he, my son, and I travel to Georgia. My mind is whirling...asking the Lord all kinds of questions...when I see my dad, I lean over and say in his ear, "Pop, I love you. Choose Jesus." Several times I sat beside him and held his hand praying in the Spirit.
Then my sister says something that set alarms off in me..."Pop was telling me the other day he saw three 'shadow people', and that they were coming to get him." I said to the devil, "I don't think so!" My son and I went down to the first floor to the chapel and began to pray. The Lord led us to different scriptures, and then I started walking back and forth praying, and the word "REDEMPTION" came up out of my spirit and I began to laugh…laugh of rejoicing. My dad's vital signs go up, and never move so I decided, let's go back home about 2 1/2 hours away, get a shower and some sleep and come back. So that's what we did.
On Wednesday morning I call my niece and ask about my dad. She says, nothings changed, his vital signs are still good. About 15 minutes after being on the road I look up in the sky, and it's blue but there look like angel wings up there. I'm wondering if that has any significance. As we leave our state, I get a phone call from my sister..Pop is gray and they can't get a blood pressure. I asked the Lord, "please let me know pop is okay with you" even though I received the word "redemption" and laughter. Suddenly the song, "He's alive, he's alive, heaven's gates are opened wide, He's alive!" I call a friend up and I told her what happened in the chapel the night before, and the next thing that comes out of her mouth is "He'a alive! He's alive!" I said, I cannot believe you said that, that song just came to me before I called you!
Still a part of me, has these little doubts trying to crowd out what the Lord has said. When we get to the hospital, pop is already gone. I go over and tell him, "Pop, although your body is laying here, I know you aren't here. This was just the shell you lived in. I love you."
While I was in the bathroom, my niece and her husband come in Pop's room and are talking to Gary and my son. When I came out, Gary said I needed to share with her and her husband what happened the night before and that morning. When I got done, she was crying, because she had heard Pop mention the "shadow people." Then she tells us her story...just before pop passed, she said pop looked at mom and said in a peaceful manner that he loved her. Up to that time he had been completely unconscious for 24 hours. That's God.
After we left to come home, we stopped at a restaurant and my niece calls me with the most incredible story. When her husband and her had gotten in the car, they started hearing music. The checked their cell phones, no, it wasn't that. It was the radio...it had come on by itself and the song that was playing was Jesus Saves.
Later my twin calls from Israel…I had told her earlier about what happened in the chapel and of the word "redemption." As she is talking to me, she says they visited the valley where David slew Goliath. The rabbi that was there on the tour spoke on the subject of REDEMPTION. David slew Goliath...death is beaten...
Yesterday, my niece expanded on what happened with my dad just before his last two breaths…she said his face which had been gray and mottled became lighted and his eyes which had been fixed and glazed looking, suddenly became blue as he looked straight at his wife, and mouthed "I love you." He breathed two last breaths and was gone.
NEVER give up hope for your lost loved ones, NEVER! Commit them into the Lord's care, and be persuaded He is able to keep that which you have committed unto Him against that day. Don't let fear rob you of the promises of God. During this whole time I had a peace…even when doubts came, I had peace…doubts come from the soul realm, the realm of the will, mind and emotions, but peace in your spirit carries you if you won't let fear and doubt get a foothold to rule over you. Always allow the love of God, His life, to flow in how you speak, in how you act, your attitude, your behavior towards those who are unbelievers in your family.
On Wednesday, November 30, 2011, my dad went to be with the Lord, and this is the incredible story of his journey of death into life. My dad was 81 years old when he experienced his encounter with the Lord. It's such an wonderful story of God's amazing grace and faithfulness to keep that which we have committed unto Him against that day.
I saw my parent's on Thanksgiving at my niece's house about 2 1/2 hours away. My dad looked fragile and he was congested in his chest. My mom looked good and kept commenting on how sick pop looked.
On Friday, my sister takes pop to the hospital because he is throwing up alot of phlegm. They admit him.
On Monday my sister calls me and tells me my dad is in the hospital, and says pop wants to talk to me. All I could understand was pneumonia and two months...I thought he said two months. I said to him, "pop, could you put Pauline on the phone cause I don't understand what you said?" My sister gets on the phone and says matter of factly,"Pop's dying; he's terminal." I said, "okay." That was in the afternoon.
Tuesday as I'm cleaning the bathroom, I feel such an urgency inside me that I have to go to Georgia today. Then my niece calls, "pop is dying, he may not be alive when you get here". I call my husband, and he, my son, and I travel to Georgia. My mind is whirling...asking the Lord all kinds of questions...when I see my dad, I lean over and say in his ear, "Pop, I love you. Choose Jesus." Several times I sat beside him and held his hand praying in the Spirit.
Then my sister says something that set alarms off in me..."Pop was telling me the other day he saw three 'shadow people', and that they were coming to get him." I said to the devil, "I don't think so!" My son and I went down to the first floor to the chapel and began to pray. The Lord led us to different scriptures, and then I started walking back and forth praying, and the word "REDEMPTION" came up out of my spirit and I began to laugh…laugh of rejoicing. My dad's vital signs go up, and never move so I decided, let's go back home about 2 1/2 hours away, get a shower and some sleep and come back. So that's what we did.
On Wednesday morning I call my niece and ask about my dad. She says, nothings changed, his vital signs are still good. About 15 minutes after being on the road I look up in the sky, and it's blue but there look like angel wings up there. I'm wondering if that has any significance. As we leave our state, I get a phone call from my sister..Pop is gray and they can't get a blood pressure. I asked the Lord, "please let me know pop is okay with you" even though I received the word "redemption" and laughter. Suddenly the song, "He's alive, he's alive, heaven's gates are opened wide, He's alive!" I call a friend up and I told her what happened in the chapel the night before, and the next thing that comes out of her mouth is "He'a alive! He's alive!" I said, I cannot believe you said that, that song just came to me before I called you!
Still a part of me, has these little doubts trying to crowd out what the Lord has said. When we get to the hospital, pop is already gone. I go over and tell him, "Pop, although your body is laying here, I know you aren't here. This was just the shell you lived in. I love you."
While I was in the bathroom, my niece and her husband come in Pop's room and are talking to Gary and my son. When I came out, Gary said I needed to share with her and her husband what happened the night before and that morning. When I got done, she was crying, because she had heard Pop mention the "shadow people." Then she tells us her story...just before pop passed, she said pop looked at mom and said in a peaceful manner that he loved her. Up to that time he had been completely unconscious for 24 hours. That's God.
After we left to come home, we stopped at a restaurant and my niece calls me with the most incredible story. When her husband and her had gotten in the car, they started hearing music. The checked their cell phones, no, it wasn't that. It was the radio...it had come on by itself and the song that was playing was Jesus Saves.
Later my twin calls from Israel…I had told her earlier about what happened in the chapel and of the word "redemption." As she is talking to me, she says they visited the valley where David slew Goliath. The rabbi that was there on the tour spoke on the subject of REDEMPTION. David slew Goliath...death is beaten...
Yesterday, my niece expanded on what happened with my dad just before his last two breaths…she said his face which had been gray and mottled became lighted and his eyes which had been fixed and glazed looking, suddenly became blue as he looked straight at his wife, and mouthed "I love you." He breathed two last breaths and was gone.
NEVER give up hope for your lost loved ones, NEVER! Commit them into the Lord's care, and be persuaded He is able to keep that which you have committed unto Him against that day. Don't let fear rob you of the promises of God. During this whole time I had a peace…even when doubts came, I had peace…doubts come from the soul realm, the realm of the will, mind and emotions, but peace in your spirit carries you if you won't let fear and doubt get a foothold to rule over you. Always allow the love of God, His life, to flow in how you speak, in how you act, your attitude, your behavior towards those who are unbelievers in your family.
