Scenes from Daddy's Hospice Room

I walked into Daddy’s room one day. He was sleeping and appeared to have something bulky under the blanket. He was clutching a framed photo of the three kids. I thought it was so sweet.

On another day, Daddy was mumbling something. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but I did make out the word, “Jesus.” I asked him to repeat what he was saying. He said, “I’m thinking about Jesus.”

Before being fed lunch, Daddy said he wanted to pray. He told the kids to pay attention. With great emotion and trembling, he said the entire Lord’s Prayer. When he was finished, he had tears in his eyes and said, “That’s my favorite prayer.”

Daddy kept talking about how much he wanted coffee. That reminded me about a passage in the Bible and I told him that Jesus was preparing a feast for us. He nodded and said, “I’m so happy.”

The next day, when I walked into his room, Daddy said, “Where’s the party?” I said, “In heaven.” He said, “Oh, Hallelujah!”

Every day is a gift.

"For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast." Ephesians 2:8-9