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Thirty-One Walking Through Darkness Day Fourteen :: The Signs


20121014-235217.jpgAs I sat in wait that week, Jesus was fast at work. Busy making the final preparations, all the finishing touches for the day He would bring my daddy home. He was preparing heaven and my daddy’s heart. Giving him peace. Assuring him that we would all be ok, promising him He would take care of us. And that week He was wooing him, whispering it… you have run the race and it is time to come home.

I look back now and can see them. The signs. They were there… The tone in his voice. The distant look in his eyes as if he were gazing into heaven. And though he did not want to leave us, he was tired. And ready. And he knew it was time.

I missed them. The signs. It was all second nature to me. This hospital visit. We had done this and I knew the drill well. I took comfort in that and I missed the signs. The last time I saw him awake. The last I spoke to him. They were there. But I missed them. I left that day with an “I love you daddy.” His eyes distant as they had been the whole day, with a nod of the head, he said, “yup.” Yup, that was my daddy. I smiled and turned and walked out that door.

The next time I would see him would be a whole new day. A new drill. It was not second nature and there were no promises of going home. At least not to this earthly home. Nope, Jesus had bigger and better plans that day. Plans for a new home.

Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also.
John 14:1-3

Author: Shelly Richardson

A stay at home mom, married to my best friend, who loves like Jesus. Together we have four beautiful daughters. One biological, one adopted and two by way of marriage. Our 12 year old daughter was diagnosed with Aspergers syndrome when she was 6 years old and our youngest was diagnosed with autism at 3 years old. I have dealt with chronic illness most of my life and at times has been debilitating. It is through this illness and the special needs of our children that drew us closer to God. Beyond Borders is the place where I write out my story of living beyond my borders. A place to share of God’s love and grace, His mercy and sovereignty, and what that looks like in my own little world of chronic illness and autism. A place where courage and faith intersect and He moves me to action. My hope in writing is that you find something that inspires you. Encourages you. Makes you smile.

3 thoughts on “Thirty-One Walking Through Darkness Day Fourteen :: The Signs

  1. You are saying it so beautifully. Yes, the signs were there both Dad and I knew it, we talked about it. He was so tired and ready. Ready, not to come home with us, but to go to his heavenly home. I know he was worried about all of us, I really believe that is why he held on so long. But God convinced him that He would not leave us to fall, and gave him that peace that he needed. The end was so peaceful you could feel Gods presence. I know that dad’s last thought was wow peace at last. You dad was not one to tell us that he loved us very often, but he did love us so very much!!! LU !!

  2. “And that week He was wooing him, whispering it… you have run the race and it is time to come home.” Brings tears to my eyes thinking of my loved ones that heard that same whisper. Beautiful. Thank you, Shelly!

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