Amy has been gone for the past few days on a staff retreat with the school. She needs the time away to refresh and refocus with the team of people she works with each day. It is also a good time for her to be away from the kids and me. She needs to be able to have fun and laugh without having us around. With all that being said, I sure do miss her not being with us. I feel like I am really missing a part of me when she is not here.
I went last night with Pat to talk with a lady who is dying and her family. She has cancer and the doctors have given her around three to six weeks to live. Pat and I first met with her about six months ago at her home to talk about life, family and he relationship with Christ. She is a follower of Christ and confident in her walk. Her husband is Jewish and is really interested in Jesus and church. He is not ready to submit his life to Christ though. This lady has a six year old boy and a fifteen year old daughter. We received a call to come to her home and talk with the family since she is in the last weeks of her life. She wanted to make sure that Pat or I would handle her funeral and she wanted us to talk with her daughter. The young lady wanted to talk about submitting her life to Christ. Her mom’s faith and the impending death had caused her to want what her mom has, a secure peace. Pat spent an hour explaining how man had a broken relationship with God and how Jesus sacrificed his life to repair the breach and bring Glory to the God through His death.
While Pat talked with the young lady I spent the next hour playing “Transformers” and “Power Rangers” with the six year old boy. At one point between transforming the toy warrior and the flying Superman the little boy looked at me and said, “My mom is going to die.” The very next sentence, just as innocent, “I once had a dog to die.” At that moment I thought I would lose it. This little boy would be without his mom in a few weeks. He didn’t yet realize that his mom was about to go through a wonderful transformation. He knew she would be with Jesus, but as with every six year old, he didn’t fully comprehend what that means. Then I thought, as a adult I don’t fully understand this truth.
The fifteen year old daughter prayed to follow Christ last evening. The father thought it all interesting, but did not want to go any further. We all cried and prayed together. It was very emotional for me. The lady finished our time together by saying she would miss her family dearly, especially her children, but she was ready to go home. She said “I am so tired of fighting, I want to go home.” With that statement we prayed and we left. I went through multiple Kleenex’s and had a stopped up head from crying, but felt a real blessing from the Lord for being allowed to see one receive eternal life as one was about to depart into eternal life.
As I left I thought about the father/husband being alone in a few weeks with two kids and an empty house with no wife. I told Pat I was going home to a home with three kids and no wife. Amy is away, and I want her home today. God, I pray that you will seize this mans heart and life.