I remember when my mother was in a nursing home dying. I was the one that held her and felt her last heartbeat. Yet the two that fought for all her material possessions that she had gathered in this lifetime weren’t given that same opportunity. Even though, I walked away with nothing from the estate. I was the one that she felt peace with in her dying bed at her dying hour, when the other ones frightened her. God chose me for that special hour. And that my friend is nothing that anyone can take from me.
I remember how frightened she became when she saw the others, and how her limbs shook. There they stood watching the clock like hungry landlords waiting for her dying hour to collect their inheritance. Standing away at a distance is how they treated their mother. Worried about how much longer she would be alive and occupying a bed. It wasn’t that they were paying out of their pockets they had already started dipping into the inheritance. It was because they were afraid that her estate would only be enough to pay for her stay. They were too worried about the debt they would be left to pay that was left unpaid. It was a time when benevolence and greed met. I walked away a lot richer than they thought I would. To me this was the best gift God could have given me to be with my mother. I would have escorted her to heaven. I needed not to be paid for all the things she did for me. This was a daughter’s last day with her mother. I left that nursing home feeling heartbroken for the loss of my mother. They left feeling joy because their mother died. I’m still confused by both of their reactions.
For it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose.
Roman 8: 28
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.