To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under
the heaven: A time to be born, and
a time to die...
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a
I'd like to thank everyone who has been praying for my Dad, and for his beloved wife, Julia. She passed away last week...
and a time to every purpose under
the heaven: A time to be born, and
a time to die...
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a
I'd like to thank everyone who has been praying for my Dad, and for his beloved wife, Julia. She passed away last week...
Obviously, my father is devastated. He and Julia had been married since 1970. And I pray that, somehow, near the end of her life Julia received Jesus (Yeshua) as her Messiah. For now, however, I want to share a portion of the letter my Dad wrote to me the day after Julia was buried:
"Dear David... Since the last letter I sent to you, things became worse for Julia, and she passed away on October 22nd. I had been seeing her every day before that. I was with her that day and in her sleep she was holding my arm so tightly and I could feel that she was crying to herself, but not shedding tears on the outside. She must have known that she was going to pass away. She died that very night. As I am writing these words my eyes are filled with tears. I have to stop writing until I get over it... Love, Dad."
I only wish I knew what had been transpiring in Julia's mind and heart shortly before her death. For a brief time she had been in a nursing home because she was suffering from dementia. And at the time of her passing she had for the most part been semi-comatose. Yet, somehow, according to my Dad, she became aware that her life was coming to a close. How did she know this? Why did Julia suddenly grip my father's hand when, prior to this, for many weeks she had been bedridden and mostly unresponsive to anything?
My earnest hope is that, in a unique and supernatural way, the Lord was reaching out to Julia and was speaking to her soul. Julia was a wonderful wife and companion for my Dad. I'm thankful to have known her.
D.B.
"Dear David... Since the last letter I sent to you, things became worse for Julia, and she passed away on October 22nd. I had been seeing her every day before that. I was with her that day and in her sleep she was holding my arm so tightly and I could feel that she was crying to herself, but not shedding tears on the outside. She must have known that she was going to pass away. She died that very night. As I am writing these words my eyes are filled with tears. I have to stop writing until I get over it... Love, Dad."
I only wish I knew what had been transpiring in Julia's mind and heart shortly before her death. For a brief time she had been in a nursing home because she was suffering from dementia. And at the time of her passing she had for the most part been semi-comatose. Yet, somehow, according to my Dad, she became aware that her life was coming to a close. How did she know this? Why did Julia suddenly grip my father's hand when, prior to this, for many weeks she had been bedridden and mostly unresponsive to anything?
My earnest hope is that, in a unique and supernatural way, the Lord was reaching out to Julia and was speaking to her soul. Julia was a wonderful wife and companion for my Dad. I'm thankful to have known her.
D.B.
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