Harold
Faithful Servant
I want to thank all of you who have been praying for me and my family during this time of mourning. I got home yesterday evening. My mothers funeral was one of the most beautiful I've ever been to. We kept it simple, all her children and grandchildren did some part in it. She looked so peaceful, smiling, it looked as if she could open her eyes and be with us once again.
I had been praying lately for all my family to come to know Jesus and to accept salvation. My mother and I never really talked about the Lord much, and to be honest with you I didn't know if she had been saved or not. It just never had come up in our conversations. That is a terrible fact that I now regret deeply. I had been praying for all of them and her, thinking that I would continue to hold them up in prayer until they were saved, no matter how many years it took.
When my father called and told me that my mother had died, my world and plans seemed to come to an abrupt stop. She was only 65, had no medical problems, as healthy as she had ever been. She died of a bloodclot from a routine orthoscopic knee surgery. She had the same surgery about two years ago. I never dreamed that she would be gone so quickly, no goodbyes, no I love yous, and so many years that I thought she would have left, just gone in a heartbeat.
The worst part for me right then was not knowing if she was saved, it was as if a part of me had descended into hell. A few hours after she had passed, three of her sisters and a brother-in-law came over to see me. I did not mention to them what was torturing me, and all of a sudden they began to talk about when they had been married a couple years and both of them had accepted Christ at her mother and fathers church. They both were saved the same day and had been baptised. My mother was a very quiet person when it came to her beliefs, thinking back on it now, to quiet. When I walked through their home this week, I saw little things here and there that assured me that she had a relationship with Jesus.
I could go on and on about this, but I am assured at this point that she had accepted Christ. I don't want to sound like I'm preaching to anyone here, but I would like to pass on a huge lesson that I learned from all this. I thought that she still had several years with us, I was wrong, life ends when God calls us home, not after certain mile marks or indicaters are passed. Talk to your family, know if they have been saved, don't wait until you get that phone call and then wonder where they will spend eternity. I got the honor of saying the family prayer at her funeral, I thanked God for the priveledge of having her for my mother, and for the time He allowed us to be with her. I also included in my prayer how much she loved us all, and I also reminded my family in this prayer that our parting will be for only a while, and that if we have accepted Jesus, we will be reunited as a family once again.
Thank you for your prayers, they brought angels to circle us, and brought a smile to one new angel in heaven that was looking down on her family.
I had been praying lately for all my family to come to know Jesus and to accept salvation. My mother and I never really talked about the Lord much, and to be honest with you I didn't know if she had been saved or not. It just never had come up in our conversations. That is a terrible fact that I now regret deeply. I had been praying for all of them and her, thinking that I would continue to hold them up in prayer until they were saved, no matter how many years it took.
When my father called and told me that my mother had died, my world and plans seemed to come to an abrupt stop. She was only 65, had no medical problems, as healthy as she had ever been. She died of a bloodclot from a routine orthoscopic knee surgery. She had the same surgery about two years ago. I never dreamed that she would be gone so quickly, no goodbyes, no I love yous, and so many years that I thought she would have left, just gone in a heartbeat.
The worst part for me right then was not knowing if she was saved, it was as if a part of me had descended into hell. A few hours after she had passed, three of her sisters and a brother-in-law came over to see me. I did not mention to them what was torturing me, and all of a sudden they began to talk about when they had been married a couple years and both of them had accepted Christ at her mother and fathers church. They both were saved the same day and had been baptised. My mother was a very quiet person when it came to her beliefs, thinking back on it now, to quiet. When I walked through their home this week, I saw little things here and there that assured me that she had a relationship with Jesus.
I could go on and on about this, but I am assured at this point that she had accepted Christ. I don't want to sound like I'm preaching to anyone here, but I would like to pass on a huge lesson that I learned from all this. I thought that she still had several years with us, I was wrong, life ends when God calls us home, not after certain mile marks or indicaters are passed. Talk to your family, know if they have been saved, don't wait until you get that phone call and then wonder where they will spend eternity. I got the honor of saying the family prayer at her funeral, I thanked God for the priveledge of having her for my mother, and for the time He allowed us to be with her. I also included in my prayer how much she loved us all, and I also reminded my family in this prayer that our parting will be for only a while, and that if we have accepted Jesus, we will be reunited as a family once again.
Thank you for your prayers, they brought angels to circle us, and brought a smile to one new angel in heaven that was looking down on her family.
