Remember the family that visited Daddy in my Jan. 7 post--only the mother and daughter were Christians at first.
This year, however, it was Norimi the daughter my sister Joyce visited in hospice. She has had cancer for a few years. Back in 2016, when she was healthy, her father was not ready for eternity. But now, Norimi can go Home knowing that she can meet both parents there someday.
We had thought of using Mt. Olive hospice for Daddy. Some of my most precious memories of Daddy are when Joyce and I took turns watching him through the night. I mean, he was asleep, so it wasn't "for show" when he clasped his hands together and asked God to glorify Himself through his body.
And he begged God to be merciful to the patient in the next bed suffering terribly. Some patients woke up to greater, relentless pain in hellfire...I didn't want to think about that reality. (Euthanasia really doesn't solve everything, I realized clearly during those vigils.)
I hate to end this post on such a negative note. Can I tie it in somehow to the fact that the 2 hospice visitors were in Sat.'s "Esther-Kai" ladies' group? Maybe like Esther, with darkness, deceit, and death all around us, God would use us as emissaries of Hope...what an unthinkable honor!
