I cried while listening to this beautiful song of praise to Jehovah. Before my dad died, I cared for him many nights by his bed. Not my home and not my rules. There was no opportunity really to discuss the resurrection hope because my mom wouldnt have it but God makes a way. One day when we were alone while sister and mom got some things at the store. He wasnt talking and hadnt for quite awhile. But this day, I notice fear in his eyes. I told him he looked scared. He actually nodded. I said, What are you afraid of daddy? I knew what it was of course and this was my chance to prove I had forgiven. He talked slow and determined to get the words out. He actually asked me bible related questions while we were alone. I prayed in my head for Jehovah to take over and give me what to say and it was beautiful. I was able to show him from their bible, the truth of what would take place and how. We actually had a conversation though it was a challenge for him so. I knew Jehovah was working here. Before daddy passed, I leaned over and whispered where nobody else could hear me a reminder about the paradise and that I would try hard to make it there myself to welcome him back. I had an amazing peace and I knew that he had finally gotten a thorough witness. He was at the end and hungry for something to hold onto. This beautiful song of praise reminds me of that day. We actually had another after that much shorter. He believed though his memory had faded, he remembered what I told him and read to him and it was ours alone. Jehovah gave me a gift for sure in allowing that to take place. If you knew our life together, youd know to that this was a divinely inspired day.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 02:08:49 +0000
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