A couple weeks before Granny went to heaven, I went to see her in the nursing home. To put it bluntly, she was miserable. She hadn't seen the comforts of home since the night she broke her hip on October 30th. No longer was she serving others, the sole purpose of her life. Instead she was gently managed by perfect strangers. She couldn't get out of her bed without help. Catheters and diapers were part of her new life away from home. Her new reality included a bed sore on her tailbone that went down to the bone.
I walked up to her bed and said hello. Out of her eyes flowed a steady stream of tears. No sounds, just transparent drops of pain. I asked her what was wrong. What can I do, granny? Are you ok?
Her response? Three words. Two of them important. JOY and PEACE. That is literally all she said.
I know that I know my granny didn't feel joy and peace that day. Probably a quiet desperation. Pain beyond imagination. Pain in body and heart.
But, by faith, my granny believed in Joy and Peace. And she was certainly soon to experience the Greatest Joy and Peace.
She has been my inspiration lately, as my heart feels one of the deepest shades of blue. I just keep saying, in faith, Joy and Peace. I know He will bring it.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
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