I tiptoed into Dad’s room and stopped in the doorway not knowing what to expect. He was dying. Cancer seeped into his body and ravaged it. The distinct smell of antiseptics and illness attacked my nostrils. I expected to find him asleep as usual, but he was wide awake and grinning from ear to ear. His hair still damp from being submerged in a tub for his baptism.
Full of renewed energy he waved us into the room. I grabbed his frail hand and rubbed the thin skin. “You had your baptism?”
He gave me a thumbs up and a cheshire cat grin.
“I’m so proud of you.” I hugged his skeletal form and choked back the tears. I knew he would let go now. His last wish now fulfilled.
I kissed his head and told him I loved him after our visit, knowing in my gut this might be the last time I saw him alive and likely the last time he would be smiling.
The next night Dad passed into the arms of Jesus. While my heart hurt over the loss – and it was hard, we had a very complicated relationship – I rejoiced that we’d been given a second chance with him, if only for a couple short months. To this day, I’m grateful for how the Lord changed our lives in those last days.
Grateful for the release from the anger for things in the past. Grateful for forgiveness and redemption. You can read more of our story: Redemption of Hearts
Gratitude doesn’t always come easy for me. I admit, when I start counting my blessings and being grateful for everything, there is a huge paradigm shift in my life. Like a contagious virus, gratefulness spreads when we share it with the world.
What situation are you dealing with right now that is causing struggle? Is there anything in it to be grateful for?
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