my family
I love my family.
I love the intellectual stimulation that they give me.
I love the fact that we are all on the same page.
I love how we are all so alike yet SO distinctly different.
*sigh
I am blessed, thank you God
I love my family.
I love the intellectual stimulation that they give me.
I love the fact that we are all on the same page.
I love how we are all so alike yet SO distinctly different.
*sigh
I am blessed, thank you God
Grandma woke up in heaven just a few moments ago. It was peaceful.
As I sit here in the hospital room with my mother and my grandmother, preparing to spend the night with my grandmother, my thoughts go back over the years that she has been with us.
My grandmother came to live with our family in '94, mainly so we could help take care of grandfather. It wasn't easy, because he was stubborn and cantankerous. I remember that he would fight us with so many things, even so far as throwing himself on the floor. When he went to be with the Lord, things changed a lot around the house.
Grandmother was a joy to have around throughout the day, she would cook and tell stories, she would talk with me. I loved to hear her stories. She would tell me of things that happened years ago, of how it was like in her day, of people she taught in sunday school who were now big names in southern baptist life. She would share years of wisdom and experience and inspire me with her spirit, her heart, and her dedication.
I think of when she would tell me of when Grandfather took over the boys sunday school class and she couldn't figure out why they were all so excited about their class until she spied on him one sunday morning, only to see him acting out the stories with the kids enraptured. she would laugh when she told that story, because it was so out of character for him.
or when my Aunt threw a temper tantrum and she had all the kids lay on their belly and yell and kick and scream just like her. That ended that behavior in my Aunt.
or when the tornado picked her up and carried her and set her down in a field with her father, not a scratch on either of them.
or when my own mother missed the iron lung by a prayer. The doctor told my grandmother and grandfather that when they came in the next morning they would see their daughter in the iron lung. They went home and got on their knees and prayed. They committed my mom to the Lord and His service and themselves to His service. When they came back, my mom was not in the iron lung. The doctor told them that it didn't make any sense but at X time her fever broke and she came out of it. They knew why, because it was that exact time that they prayed. From that time on, they all worked tirelessly for the Lord. And I know, I KNOW that when my grandmother wakes up, she will see the face of her Lord, the same Lord who delivered my mother from the iron lung, who filled their life with purpose, who gave healing in times of hurt, who changed their life and the lives of all 6 of her children, and many, many grand and great grandchildren, and when she sees His face He will greet her with open arms and tell her, "well done! Well done!"
Her dedication to the Lord's service was largely due to that experience with my mom. They gave themselves to God that night, and their daughter. It was because of that they my mom later gave herself to His service, and because of her example and steady teaching that myself, and my two elder brothers are whole heartedly engaged in His service.
She will be missed, not forgotten; mourned but with no regrets. I just pray that when I reach that time, I can leave as big an impact.
I have to ask the question, Where are you in your relationship with Jesus? are you lost and alone? Maybe you are facing a crisis in your life, the same Lord that saved my mom in her crisis can save you in yours. If you will surrender yourself and your situation to Him. It isn't always easy, my grandmother could attest to that, but my friend it is always worth it!! For in that day when you die, what will you wake up to? Will it be a loving face, and a well done? i sure hope so. I sure hope so.
or maybe, you're the believer who is floating along, stagnent in service. This could be the point where you surrender, as my grandmother did, to the Lord and His service. Something to think about.
This is the end of my grandmother's life on earth, but it isn't a sad time. It's a time of excitement, it's a send off!!
Good night!
The medicine wasn't working so the family convened and decided that they should take her off of it, so they did.
its all in Gods hands now.
She is ready to go, I know no one else more ready to go. If it is her time, then the Lord can have her. We will all miss her though, she is a great woman and has left a great legacy.
the dr came in and explained to the whole family just now. the whole family decided that surgery isn't an option even though it was offered.
this is the deal: there is no further bleeding in the brain but there isn't any draining going on either. here is where it gets bad, her brain is replenishing its spinal fluid so the fluid buildup is creating a pressure buildup that has put her to sleep. she may wake up but the general consensus is that this may be the end for her.
they are not giving up, they are using medicines to help dry up the blood and water in the brain. hopefully it will work.
well its a waiting game now.
she is asleep, but they can't get her to wake up. the doctor says it may take her several days for the medicine to kick in. they did another cat scan but it is hard to tell, there may be a little more blood but they they think it is holding steady.
grandma is a resilient person but this may be the end of it, only time will tell.
she has NOT had a stroke,
appearently it was an aneurysm. She is also hydrosyphalic. So that means that in every area of her brain is flooded with both blood and water.
Surgery is not an option, so they are treating it with medicine. The doctor says that she may walk out of here in 5 days or she may have another one and that may be the end of it all.
more to come as it developes.