“When God made Adam on the sixth day, Adam arose on the seventh day and said to God, “What are we going to do today?” God responded, “Nothing. I want you to learn immediately that everything we are going to do, we are going to do from rest.”
I just read this in “Operating in the Courts of Heaven”. It is almost word for word the last conversation I had with my mom. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that it was my last conversation. It happened on Friday August 12, at 6:45 PM. It is also significant that this was the beginning of Shabbat, sundown Friday evening, the day of the sabbath rest. (The Hebrew day starts in the evening. Genesis one shows us this pattern: there was evening, and there was morning, the first day. All the days of creation are marked that way.)
I was standing next to Mom who was lying in her bed at Hospice House. She had been there a couple of hours, and had been in great distress. She struggled to breathe, moaning and tossing in agitation. The hospice staff had started a morphine drip into one leg, and an anti-anxiety medication drip in the other. They had told me that it would take about four hours for the medications to stabilize and she would feel better. I had been standing next to her, stroking her head with one hand and talking to her. I was also trying to keep up with all the texts that were coming in to my cell phone. I realized that my phone needed to be charged so I crawled under the edge of Mom’s bed to plug it in. I stood up and had my back to Mom when she suddenly spoke to me. She had not spoken since arriving at Hospice House, nor had she for several hours before that at the hospital.
“Hello, Grace,” she said, clear as a young girl’s voice.
I turned around, surprised, and so pleased, “Hi Mom!” I said.
“Did you make a special trip to bring the phone?” She asked.
“No, I have been here,” I said.
Then so cheerfully she asked me, “What are we going to do NOW?”
I smiled and said, “We are going to take a nap.”
“Oh,” she said, “that sounds REALLY nice.”
“There’s my bed, right there,” I said, pointing to the day bed next to her. “I will lie down right there next to you.”
“That sounds really nice,” she said again.
Then her face changed a little and she said, “Are we at Hospice?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“How long have we been here?”
Before I could answer she went back to the anxious groaning.
She left her body behind 24 hours later, at the end of Sabbath, 6:35 Saturday night.
She has entered the greater rest.
Hebrews 4:9-10, and 4:11
So then, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God. . .
Let us therefore strive to enter that rest, so that no one may fall by. . .disobedience.
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Grace your name does suit you perfectly. You’ve lived your life in Jesus with love and grace. You cared for your mother with love and grace. You care for all those around you with love and grace.