In that dark hour she came to us. The nurse. She encouraged us to tell him it’s ok. Its ok to go, we are fine. But she didn’t know my daddy. She didn’t know that by us telling him its ok to go, made him fight to stay. Even with the promise of heaven before him, He couldn’t leave us with the tears. He knew we were not fine. And he fought.
Heart racing at nearly 200 beats a minute. blood pressure through the roof. His body trembling. He managed the words … I. Love. You. I. Looovvveee. You. Over and over I love you. For almost two hours. He fought.
I prayed for mercy. Prayed if it was his time please take him home. Please don’t let him suffer. Please. But He didn’t take him. Yet. Instead He quieted His heart.
The heaviness filling the room was suffocating. Watching this was too much. My sister and I fell into the chair and we prayed. We prayed for His presence to fill the room.
But He was there. He was already there. He was there long before that day. He was there when we got the call. In the car. The parking garage. The elevator. He was there in the little room with chairs that squeezed my family. He was there in every inch of the long hallway leading to my daddy’s room. And he was right there. There in my daddy’s room.
He was there, wrapped between us, wrapped within us, wrapped around us. -Jennifer of studiojru
And we were standing in His presence. We were standing on holy ground. And when we prayed. When we shifted our focus. From our surrounding to Him. The room became light. And we could breathe. We even laughed. For as hard as this was, watching him leave, it was joyful. Because we knew. Our daddy was looking upon heaven.
And God whispered, I’m here.
I am right here.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you.