Her Baby

Me and my pregnant belly spent the night in Mom's room in a plastic very uncomfortable lounge chair.  I was awake more than I was asleep but thankfully, Mom slept well.

In total I was in Florida for a week.  Sam left first, then Val and then I left to go back to my active duty life at Ft. Riley.  Leaving Mom was tough but she was home from the hospital and doing quite well.    She was alert, pain free and knew exactly what was going on  . . . .but the biggest thing about Mom was her faith.  She embraced it like a life-line and well, it really was a life-line. 

Mom talked about her Lord Jesus all of the time, she spent most of her waking hours reading her Bible and praying.  She talked about death and heaven with joy in her voice.  At this point, we had no idea what her long-term prognosis was but Mom was ready to go home.  She had no fear, no complaints, no self-pity --Mom was full of complete and indescribable joy!  And it was an infectious joy.  Mom's illness brought her into this intimate relationship with the Lord.  She entered into the holiest place of the Tablernacle and there, she daily met her God.  To be a witness to that, that deep faith and love for the Lord --that was nothing short of a privilege. 

Mom did not pray for healing.  She prayed for God's will and when it became clear to her God's will was bringing her home, she began to pray for one thing.

Every day, Mom prayed that God will allow her to live long enough to see her baby, the one I was carrying.  She'd say, "I'm ready to go to heaven to live with Jesus but I ask him every day to let me live to see my baby born."

And with that, July 1988 came to an end.