“God is going to take care of me.”
“Yep, God is going to take care of me. God is going to take care of my family.”
Oh the conversations you have with a loved one that is transitioning from this life into the next.
Those were some hard exhausting days. Going back and forth to the hospital with the littles in tow.
And back and forth to rehabilitation with three kids including a nursing baby strapped to my body.
But conversations with Daddy were even harder.
I would often ask him if he was ready to be with Jesus and he’d say or shake his head “no”.
But not in the sense of knowing Jesus. I knew he was ready spiritually speaking.
Yes, he knew Jesus as Savior but he said “no”. In the sense of not being ready to leave “US” his family.
I knew this but I SO wanted him to say “yes”.
I wanted, for what would seem to be a sense of release for me, to know that he was ready to go in every sense of the word.
But as I thought about it, what parent would really want to look their baby in the eye to tell them that they are ready to leave them. And the rest of the family.
I visited with him every single day in the weeks leading up to his passing.
And one day when I went to visit, I asked him the same question. Are you ready to go to be with Jesus?
His response was different that day.
Instead of saying no, he said, “God is going to take care of me. Yep, God is going to take care of me. God is going to take care of my family.”
That was comforting to me. And I believe it was comforting to him.
And I can’t help but to believe, that it was what Daddy needed to know.
Daddy needed this affirmation from God.
That once he’s gone, God would take care of us so that he didn’t have to worry. And that God was going to take care of him in the best way. Going home to live with Him in eternity.
Because God promises that he will never leave nor forsake us. That He will be with us until the end.
I believe that’s what Daddy experienced.
God being with him until the end. Giving him a comfort and a peace that this world could never give.
And that gives me comfort. Because it’s hard to see a loved one go through tough things.
I believe what Zig Ziglar says to be true, “God is too wise to make a mistake, but too loving to cause one of his own to endure needless pain.”
So Daddy fought the good fight of Faith.
And God was there with Him through it all. Lovingly taking care of him even to the end.
