Do you ever really stop to think about the fact that this earth is only our temporary resting place? I mean do you REALLY think about it? The houses we live in, the cars we drive, even the food we eat is all just a temporary fix to our eternal lives! We don’t get to take any of those things to heaven with us because we won’t need ANYTHING to survive because we will have everything we could possibly need just worshipping in our Father’s presence and seeing the face of Jesus. This paints such a beautiful picture. Turn your imaginations on and imagine these scenes in your head;
Old man, hospital bed, the room is filled with people he loves. He whispers, “Don’t cry for me, I’ll see you all someday.” He looks up and says, “I can see God’s face. This is my temporary home, its not where I belong, windows and rooms that I’m passing through. This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going. I’m not afraid because I know this was my temporary home.”-Carrie Underwood
This is my own personal story about that.
My grandma or “Granny” as I called her had become ill. It started as a mass on her lung. She uttered the words “Lung cancer” to me and my heart nearly stopped in the room that day. Finally within a couple months, a couple crazy months filled with medication, including one that made her crazy and she literally had to be babysat until my uncle got home. I got the prove ledge of babysitting her. She had an anger outrage while my mom was there before she left one day and my granny was throwing anything she could get into her hands and ripping up pictures and papers. My mom had to try to calm her down but couldn’t do it, so I had to call the ambulance. After that incident, I was pretty scared to be alone with her while she was on that medication. Well after a few months of losing hair, chemo, and medications finally she was in remission. Not even a month later my granny was out in the hospital and “lymphoma” was the grievously uttered words. Well to make a long story short, all of us were too busy now to babysit her and she had to go into a nursing home. That year on Mother’s day I called my mom to say happy mother’s day and she told me her gift to granny that year was to tell her that if she has to go, don’t hold on for us. If she couldn’t fight anymore, It’s okay to go home. So that’s exactly what she did. Our immediately family was all in the room. I however, was not, I had already made plans and I didn’t want to see her struggle or the pain on my face woulda made her suffer longer. I knew because I was her baby and her “doll”, as she called me. They could all tell she was ready to go but she was hanging on although they couldn’t get her to respond to them. Finally my mom asked her, “Mom, are you waiting for Christianna?” and she finally made a responsive noise. My mom assured her she had asked me if it was okay for her to go and told her that I told her it was okay and then she went. She took her last breath and I could just imagine her stepping off into a light brighter than anything ever seen with the human eye. I can imagine that at that moment when she breathed for the very last time, a hand, or a few hands, we’re extended towards her and she took Jesus’ hand and left this earth because she saw greater joy in a painless eternity. She waited for me. I could only hope that her and my daddy will be taking my hands when the Father calls me home.