A year into this battle, he had the vision.. My Lord took the time to go see my son..He didn’t leave us to suffer and live in fear. He took my son.. the one who tried to make God human.. mystery spiritually not understood.. and if we can’t understand.. then God is in our imagination. I pretty much live a life of black and white.. and I font mean races.. He lived in a lot of grey..
He took my son to a heavenly place... it was heaven or close enough. First he saw the 2 who had a message... his dad, and his wife’s brother who died a few years earlier... a young man.
they both told him pride was the one thing keeping so many from knowing our Lord. he had a long talk with his dad... and he never told me the rest ..just pride. he saw many in the distance.. he knew.. He said the love and peace was everywhere... he wanted to stay but his wife would be left...
His wife found him in tears sitting... What does one do after seeing the hands of Jesus and getting a first hand glimpse of what is prepared for us who believe in Jesus.
He prayed and he called me. That is what I had asked for.. redemption... God redeemed.... He even went to see him and showed the glory to him.
After a few more months... with people praying for him all around the world.. he wS losing ground.. He said this is no life.. hospitals... blood transfusion.. its a terrible thing to battle. he called it ended.. just take me home.... I dont want to die in the hospital.
His wife brought him home in a vehicle made for such a trip.. we had 2 weeks with him. His brothers and sister all here .. not believing their brother was going home home... listening to him talk for the time he could. He talked about my grandmother who raised me.. a gentle lady he loved for that special feeling he had around her.. She lost just about everything in her life and never lost her faith in God.. he asked about my mother who died young from pernicious anemia which they had no cure for then.
I was on one side and his wife on the other side.. praying and singing old hymns...day and night...
And I watched my son die... dont ever think God can’t help... God is the reason I can write this ..
Now let me explain faith.. It takes a faith and a trust I did not know was possible.
I wanted to keep my son.. if I could ... I would have begged God.. please don’t take my son... but He did take him.. I know God can heal.. but He took him.
He came to see my son... He could have done anything.. but He took him..
I had to come to... God must know more than I know.. God had a reason to take him.. and I chose to put my faith in my God that He knew what was best.. oh my... it hurts.. Its been 3 years and every day is another day I have not seen him.
but I know where he is and that he is ok.. more than ok.. he has seen Grandma and my mother... he has seen his dad.. he is in no pain.. and I bet God had a baby grand fir him to play on... my dear son... in Glory.. its what I asked for...
Thank the Lord in Glory...
overlook typos please..
God’s blessings to you.
My goodness, Junkie. What a tribute to your wonderful son and God saving him! Just beautiful.
I can only imagine the double edged sword you’re cut with, Junkie: So, so, so eternally grateful and happy that he’s saved and with Our Lord, and yet so sad that he has passed from this life to the next one.
Your having cried out to God and also demanding after having requested so long is very familiar territory for me. I think we grow by leaps and bounds when it’s such a problem with which we are surely forced to confront God. I DO understand, as I’ve done the exact same thing. For my daughter several times, and for myself during a certain situation. And God answered.
Your great love for your son and for God Almighty are evident. What a great soul you are, Junkie!
You have all my blessings and all the warm hugs I can shower on you via Our Lord. You are in my prayers.
Please take good care of yourself as you still grieve the loss of your son. I know that closure doesn’t always come in the time we think it should.
SC
"For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so My ways are higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. (Isaiah 55:8,9)
Blessed is the man who has made the LORD his trust, who has not turned to the proud, nor to those who lapse into falsehood. Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us— none can compare to You— if I proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count. (Psalm 40:4,5)