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Topic: Twilight Years of Life (07/02/09)
TITLE: Treasured in a Mother’s Heart
By Eureka F. Collins
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This vibrant little fellow was perfectly conscious of his surroundings and truly enjoyed being in the company of his mother. Being so near to her was to be in a sacred place. Laying in the comfort and presence of his mother, Gregory would revel in the waves as they bounced off the walls of her heart. Just as pure spring water, their blood purely flowed through each another’s veins. The rhythm and pitch of her voice were perceptible and it excited his spirit. His safe haven was in his mother’s perfectly tailored womb.
Once, when his mother went to visit the doctor for a routine pregnancy checkup, she felt Gregory’s graceful movement in her womb. During the ultrasound, the probe located his position and the screen displayed his silhouette. It was as if he knew people were watching him. He did a flip and then turned his face directly into the screen as if he was watching his parents watching him.
On December 31, 2002, things started to change. Not only was it New Years Eve, it was also the day Gregory’s sun began to set. He could not understand why his mother’s spirit was grieved or why her soft sigh turned into a loud cry. Tears flowed graciously down her cheeks. He heard several voices outside of his domain and one of them was the doctor telling her that he was doing well; however, she would have to say goodbye. She could no longer carry him in her womb. In his excitement, he managed to breach and his little leg was in the atmosphere outside of the womb. Now, he felt the anticipation of his mother’s heart being broken.
Her voice trembled as she said aloud, “Why? Why is this happening to me?” She was on the brink of losing her most prized possession—her son.
Lying in the hospital room bed, she unintentionally began to make demands of God by thinking, “Lord, please allow my baby to live. Touch the baby with Your power so that he will pull his leg back inside of me; and seal the sac so that he will survive.”
She wanted to scream aloud, but couldn’t. The pain she was feeling was causing her to face the inevitable reality. In anguish she moaned, “My baby! My dear baby! Lord help me; help us!”
Gregory felt a little forsaken. His mother had not rubbed his berthing place (her stomach) in a while. He heard her pray, “Lord, I ask that You save my son. Heal my heart. My trust is in You, and I will accept Your will. Let it be done.” Then, he witnessed a calm spirit of peace settling the both of them.
Gregory knew something was changing, he was gradually feeling the separation from his soul and body. His tiny, energetic body began to grow weaker. His breathing became difficult and the pulsation of his heart began to beat less. He pressed his weaken body against his mother’s womb as a gesture of saying goodbye. Losing consciousness, he took his last breath and in an instant, the twilight of his life on earth had passed. He was no longer in her womb. He was in her arms being held, coddled and kissed. His mother held his small, breathless body in her arms, the doctor and nurses pronounced him dead.
Gregory’s mother and father will forever treasure him in their hearts. His father headed off to war in Iraq and his mother remembered their bond. Once her husband returned safely from Iraq, they went on numerous walks in the evening reminiscing of what life would have been if Gregory had not died. The twilight years of their lives are filled with joy, peace and happiness. They have a closer walk with God and deep in their hearts, they know that Gregory’s departure was predestined so that it may someday inspire others to understand how to live the twilight years of their lives with God.
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