Pray for those of us who are not walking on streets of gold and sitting at the best banquet table ever created, especially my stepdad.
My mom entered into rest sometime between 10pm Sunday and 4am Monday, probably towards the latter. About a dozen family members and friends spent most of the last three days of her life holding her hand, talking to her in the 5% of so of the time she was awake, reminding her of God's promises to His people regarding death and Heaven, and helping the nurses keeping her comfortable. There is a certain, huge, blessing in getting to spend three full days together helping someone who really can't say "thank you" in any significant way--and especially without the TV blaring in the background.
Frustration ain’t no sin. - One of the demands that some place on clinicians is that we are always “professional”. That we never use dank humour, or bad memes. That we do not get tire...
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