I'm spending this last Sunday of Advent not at home, but over in Ft Worth, having one last Christmas with my dearest and oldest friends in my life. When I was 5, I was blessed to move into a neighborhood where I'd make lifelong friends with Christie, who was 4, and Debbie, who was 8. That was 1965 and we've been fast friends ever since. Their mom, Jimmie, became like a mom to me. If I got in trouble, I'd get a swat on my rear, too, just like the others. Over the years, they really made me a member of their family and I love them.
Jimmie, now 91, is in hospice now, is not really responsive and is dying. She and I have talked about heaven and angels a lot over the last few years.
So I've been by her bedside, reading Joan Wester Anderson's true stories of angelic encounters and interventions to her (whose books I highly recommend.) They always made my own mother feel happy and they cheer me up, too. I do believe that even though people may not be able to respond, they still hear us. We're heading back over this morning because I want time with her before the big group of family arrive at 4.
I know where she's going when she leaves her body and so does she because we've talked about it a lot.
This is precious time to me but I can really use some prayers for strength, calm and courage because I need to have that to share with the rest of the family. Please also pray for an easy transition for Jimmie from this world to the next.
Thank you on this special Winter Soltice, my dear Gutter family.