In late March of 2013, my mom who had been in a nursing home for about four years, health took a bad turn. She was in the final stage of renal failure. My sister called me at work and informed me that she was going to die soon. We didn't know when. She could live for weeks or months. I started to visit her daily after work and kept my sister updated on my mom's condition.
At some point Hospice was called to help keep her comfortable. My sister had talked to me and told me not to tell my mom that she was dying.
One day when I was visiting my mom, she was confused and asked me what was going on. I told her that Her health was going real bad. She didn't understand and was afraid. I did my best to encourage her and went home.
That night I prayed and asked God what to do. God answered telling me my mom deserved to know what was going on. God told me how to approach my mom and tell her she was dying. I prepared myself for what would be the hardest thing I have ever done. Rising to God's call to offer my mom hope and peace.
The next day at work I thought about it all day long and told God I can't do it. Who am I to prepare my mom to meet the Lord? I realized there is no one else and it was my duty to do it. If I loved my mom, I would do it.
After work I went to visit my mom with my bible in my hand and asked not to be disturbed, that I needed to talk to my mom. I think the people at the nursing home knew what I was about to do.
I walked in and my mom was crying. I pulled up the chair and cried with her. She was confused and afraid. It became clear to me that I had to tell her in order to clear up her fear and confusion.
I asked her if she remembered what she learned about Heaven in Church. I took her hand and started talking to her about what Heaven would be like. I read scripture to her about there being no more sickness or disease. I showed her verses about how we would get new bodies that would never fail.
As I continued, I felt the presence of God in the room. Still holding her hand, I told her that Jesus is getting ready to take her hand and lead her to Glory. I noticed right away that her confusion and fear had lifted.
My mom looked down for a minute and then looked up at me saying she didn't want to leave me. I explained to her that it isn't her choice. That it is God's will and she has to accept it. I went on to tell her she needs to think about what's coming for her. Not think about leaving me.
As her time drew nearer and nearer, she lost consciousness but was still here. I talked her as though she were awake. I told her when God calls her, to leave and not look back.
On Thursday April 25, 2013, my father and I arrived because her time was very near. I sat next to her bed and watched her breathing get shallow. I talked to her and told her I was there. I held her hand and at 6:30 P.M., Jesus took her hand and lead her to glory.
I knew that God has transformed my mom, giving her a new body that will never fail. She knew until the end that I loved her. God used me once again to help her until it was time to let her go.
Preparing my mom to go be with the Lord was the greatest act of love there is. If I had to do it again,I would without hesitation.