Outside these doors are brick paths.
They’re made up of memories and “final words” to loved ones who were served by the Hospice of East Texas. Yes. We’re still here …
Husbands
Wives
Parents
Grandparents
Siblings
Children
I suspect there are stories being told to this day …
… and personalities remembered.
When it’s my time to go, I already know my destination … so I don’t want to choose the path of most resistance. Instead, I want to be gracious and choose to move forward into my future. It’s the way I’ve always tried to live … and how I pray I’ll die.
Jesus said, “In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14:2-4
What about you?
How do you want to be remembered?
What are you doing to ensure it?
These words are dear and profound. A hymn has my hope expressed in it “Let me be singing when the evening comes.”
I want to be remembered as a person who love the Lord and other people.
I loved reading these words. I pray that you and your husband and his mother are able to enjoy these last days together.
XO,
Sheila
P.S. I also want the people left behind to know that I’m excited to be dancing down Heaven’s golden streets, that I’m with so many people I love, including the Lord, and that I am happy as can be and that they, too, can expect the same thing when they go home. The Lord once told me something when I was young and begging my husband to move home so we could be with our families. I told Sandie this the other day. The Holy Spirit gently spoke to my heart and said, “Sheila, home is not behind. Home is ahead.” And it is. We are pilgrims, here, but while here I intend to enjoy every moment. To live is Christ, and that is exciting. To die is gain because we go the most wonderful place imaginable.
XO,
Sheila
Some of these inscriptions made me cry. December is not a happy month for me, even though I honor the Lord and acknowledge his birth. I wish my mom’s nursing home had a path like this. xo
Inspiring post! Thank you! Cathy
*tears*
*gulp* This post made me think of loved ones who are loved… but thoughtless to their eternal future. Oh, I pray they’re ready when it’s their appointed time.
This is an unforgettable post, the likes of images I’ve not seen. Very moving. Thank you.
I pray that I’ll deserve to be remembered as “a child of god who lived to give Him praise and glory and encouraged others to live to give Him praise and glory. I think that this post will minister to many. Thanks so much. Cherry Kay