Liz, at age 87, could have anything she wanted that week. Liz was dying.
Liz had lived a long life which has honored God. She raised two daughters successfully in the days when being a single parent wasn’t honored at all. She worked her entire adult life as a physical therapist, finally retiring, finding that God became her personal friend. Even in retirement years, He had more work for her to do.
Liz visited the sick, served in her church and was a breath of fresh air to everyone who came in contact with her. For me, she was my spiritual bookmobile, delivering good books about Jesus to my doorstep. She always had an excitement about what she was learning from God.
We went to visit Liz in December at her daughter’s house where she then lived. She had given up her apartment and had stopped driving her car. Liz was ill and at the point of death.
Liz had quite a remarkable story to tell us that day:
Being ready to go Home to the Lord, Liz said that she had had a dream and it had become clear to her that “We are to live.” We questioned her gently about her meaning behind those words. With a far away look in her eyes, she said, “I could even see the road.” We waited for her to say more but she was silent. When questioned further, she said that the road was gold and that her family was with her.
We can only imagine . . . .
My times are in Thy hands. Psalm 31:15
Heavenly Father, thank You for Your encouragement along the way Home. In Jesus' name. Amen.