Jan 14, 2004 - 11:43 am
Let the grieving begin. My FIL died middle of the night. We came home last night after my hubby and I were able to pray with/over him. He never regained consciousness after the surgery but was able to respond to some yes/no questions for a brief (hopeful) period. We left with hope on the surface but understood the possibilities deep down.
But I must say there was healing inthe waiting room the entire day. I went up there covered in prayer (I am a believer if you haven't figured that one out by now) :-) and I felt the peace of God completely. We cried, we laughed, we shared painful family baggage, we joked, we vented, we drew together as a family and I was actually welcomed in. It felt good and right. And healthy.
I so appreciate all the well wishes and emails and notes you have left on here. It is good to feel friends far and wide. :-)
The cancer had gone into his lymph so it would have been a point of decision but that apparently was made for him when the surgery took its toll.
Life is so precious. Don't WE know it!
Here I thought this would be the impetus for my hubby to heal with his father (who left them at young ages) but I, too, was healed with forgiveness in my own heart which was a beautiful gift.
Seize the day today y'all...if only because we can!
peace, emily who learned yet again that forgiveness begets healing that transcends all.