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Life changes fast.
Life changes in the instant.
You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

— Joan Didion, “The Year of Magical Thinking”

These words have echoed in my mind over the last few months. Since Thanksgiving Day. Because on that day, in the instant, quickly, my life changed. My life as I had known it ended.

Thanksgiving Day 2009 began like so many had in the past, like it does for people everywhere. Peeling potatoes. For mashed potatoes. For dinner. For a celebration of thanks.

And then my phone rang.

My grandmother had collapsed. And it was the beginning of the end of my life as I had known it. As I had loved it. Because she was with me, a part of my life, one of my constants, one of my anchors. A blessing that gave to me continually, loved me unconditionally. She was sure I hung the moon. No one could convince her that I didn’t. The perfect grandmother.

I was two hours away when the call came. I dropped the potato I was peeling. I sped home. I drove carefully. Trying not to cry. Trying not to think about it, about her. Unable to think about anything but her. I knew this day would come. It had to come. It comes for everyone.

But why now? Why now, Lord? The question echoed in the one quiet place left in my heart.

The Lord answers questions asked in the quiet places.

He answered me.

“I’m doing something,” He said. “I’m doing something.”

He spoke quietly. I sighed deeply. I was comforted and scared at the same time.

My family and I prayed for my grandmother’s salvation, so that as we prepared to let her go from this world, we could have the comfort of knowing we would see her again in the next, that she would have the peace of knowing Jesus here for a brief time and know the joy of life with Him forever.

He did that.

We prayed for her comfort, that she would not hurt, not suffer, not know pain. We prayed for His intervention at a moment of crisis during her illness.

He gave us, her, all of these.

We prayed that when the time came that He was ready to take her to be with Him, that it would not be a hard leaving for her.

And on Christmas Day, He decided the time was right. Jesus wanted her at His birthday celebration. He extended His hand. She took it. And she was gone. Away from me. Away from us. But alive with Him.

Praise the Lord.

I miss her. Terribly. My heart hurts. It’s hard to breathe sometimes.

His promise was true, though. It had to be. He is faithful. He was doing something.

And His promise keeps on giving. He’s still doing something.

He took my precious grandmother home and made her different. She lives now in a way she never could have before, in a way she never could have imagined or dreamed. She has joy unspeakable. She’s with Him.

Now it’s my turn.

He wants me to be different.

Praise the Lord.

My change will come here, in this life. He will use this time, this season, this pain, to make me different.

For Him.

He’s doing something.

And I’m comforted and scared at the same time.


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