I sat ramrod straight on the living room couch, straining to memorize every word the hospice nurse spoke after assessing Mom.
“The signs are there. She’s transitioning … actively dying. It could be days or weeks.” The nurse’s mouth kept moving, but I heard only the rhythmic hum of the oxygen machine’s motor, pushing out its two-syllable whoosh to drive air into a life now ebbing away.
Seeking comfort, I turned to the only words I recalled. What Isaiah said …
Comfort, comfort my people, says your God.
Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry out to her
that her warfare is ended,
that her iniquity is pardoned,
that she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins.
(Isaiah 40:1-2, NKJV)
What I read …
Comfort, comfort my children, says your God.
Speak tenderly to Chris, your mother, and cry out to her
that her battle with illness and pain is ended,
that her sins are pardoned,
that she has suffered enough.
As Babylonia captured and exiled the Israelite people, so this world and all its vices can hold us captive … but only temporarily. Still, we are God’s chosen. He never casts us away. He always restores a remnant to Himself.
Though our earthly body ultimately fails us, a remnant of this life … our soul … lives. God reclaims and brings it home. To the true Promised Land, eternity with Him.
He will feed his flock like a shepherd;
He will gather the lambs with His arm,
And carry them in His bosom,…
(Isaiah 40:11, NKJV)
And so He gathered Mama with His arm. And carried her in His bosom.
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