As 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.