Doxology
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Such a simple hymn.
Yesterday, about 7:30 pm, three of my girls and I, and a great Christian sister, sung this to my mom.
My girls were a little hesitant. It was scary seeing so many machines hooked up to their grandmother (“Nana” to my girls).
The machines were breathing for her, elevating her BP (it kept dropping to 65/35 without the meds), removing fluid from her pleural cavity around her lungs, removing pus from her incision, hydrating her, giving her pain meds, and eventually performing what her kidneys could not.
She wasn’t conscious, but rather heavily sedated after having coded late afternoon.
I later found out from my sister-in-law that the day before she tried ripping out her oxygen and said she was ready to go home.
To Jesus? Or just to our home?
Yesterday, even through the scary beeping and heavy machine sounds, we sung the Doxology. I’m not sure we could’ve sung anything of more length, I had a hard time keeping it together. My girls sounded beautiful, as always.
My heart is full. I believe she could hear us. I pray it gave her peace. I pray her belief was sincere that Jesus is her savior. I saw her Bible open far more often recently. It gives me hope.