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Topic: Question (05/24/12)
By Frances Seymour
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It was about a 12 mile trek to my house from work. Most days I enjoyed the view but today the outward scenery was gray. However, as I cruised along, I couldn’t help but think about how great my life had turned out. I spent many wasted years on men that treated me second-rate before I found the love of my life. The cool thing is, he owned a house—something I’d always dreamed of having. We’d only been married about a year and a half. I didn’t know life could be so easy. Ken was a hard working man and for the first time in my life, I felt secure. My fifteen year old daughter felt the same way. Life had certainly taken on new meaning and purpose. I accepted Jesus into my heart and life about four years ago. What a difference He has made! I’m grateful for the sister who invited me to church that night and to the Lord who spoke clearly to my heart.
Anyway, I am driving along my usual route when out of nowhere, another vehicle careened into the passenger side of my car. I heard the deafening crunch of metal against metal just before my head jerked back and then slammed into the side glass. I felt nothing more—heard nothing more and knew no more. I don’t know how long I was out of it, since my body was present but my mind somewhere else.
I lay in a bed for months, maybe even years drifting in and out of consciousness. Most of the time, I was in a beautiful place, filled with peace and serenity. Every once in awhile, I’d be awakened to someone poking or prodding my lifeless body, moving my torso this way or that and propping me up on pillows. ‘Oh how I wish they’d leave me alone and let me remain in the tranquility of my mind.' One day, I got so aggravated that I yanked the tube out of my gut with my one good arm. Of course, they put it back in, and then restrained me so that I could not do that again. I am so tired of them pampering me and pushing stuff through that tube to keep me here. I know they probably love me, but I cannot walk, talk, eat or communicate. Truth is, most of the time I don’t have a clue about who they are. Every once in awhile, I think I recognize a couple of them and I try desperately to talk, but they cannot understand anything I try to say…so frustrating. Lord, why? Why am I trapped in this body that refuses to work?
Then one day I heard a lot of people talking about death and funeral homes and preachers. Were they talking about me? Was I really going to die? What is death at this point, relief, finality? Then someone bravely approached my bedside. She looked at me through eyes of love and tears and said, “Dianne, you have pneumonia and that is not good for someone in your condition—completely bedridden. I love you so much and I’ve missed you for years. I will always miss the sister that I lost in that car wreck in 1999.” She was crying worriedly. Then one lone tear slid down my cheek as I realized the depth of what she was saying. I’ve been in this pitiful condition for years. Why Lord? Then this thought came to mind. I don’t know where it came from but it was a comfort. “It’s not for us to wonder or even question why, but to trust in God’s plan and be ready when we die.” I’m ready Lord, I’m ready. Take me home. Soon the light darkened on the one side and grew brighter on the other. Finally, I was able to move freely and to enjoy everything on the side that I’d visited only in my mind for so long. I can see mama’s smiling face coming this way. And is that daddy that I see in the distance? Everyone is so welcoming and friendly. I never knew I had so many friends!
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