3 years ago on May 9th, I lost one of the most special people of my life... My Great Grandma Maudie. I was with her when she died...It was late...just after midnight, just minutes after Mother's Day.
I will never forget the moment that she left to meet Jesus. It was the most peaceful moment that she in a while. She struggled to get her breath for days due to congestive heart failure, but those last 3 breaths were just as clear and full of air as any of the world's most fit athletes. My Grandmama Doris (Maudie's daughter) and I were the only ones there...We waited for her to breath again but she didn't... I was so sad... I wanted to shake her... to breath for her... but I knew at that moment she was seeing the face of Jesus and nothing in all the world could have brought her back......
I knew she was with the Lord because I had ask her about 2 years before that day to tell me about how she met Him. She told me she was 18 at a revival at Mt. Olive B.C. near Cowpens...
She walked with Him for a long time... she was 93 when she died... She raised 4 kids, basically alone... Her husband died when he was just 27... She worked til she was 87... at the dry cleaners none the less... She was the hardest worker I know...
I LOVED to spend the night with her... Every night she would say the prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep...." with me and then I would see her reading the Bible while I feel asleep.
The pic above was the last pic I took with her... It was Christmas Eve... Man if I would have known then that it was my last Christmas with her, I would have probably went to spend the night with her...
I am so glad I asked her to tell me about when she met Jesus... That conversation gave me so much peace as I sat there and watched her leave. I would not have wanted to be anywhere else in the whole world. I sure do miss her, and I cannot wait to see her again... Even though my eyes are filled with tears even now, I am comforted by the scripture that tells me that one day Jesus will wipe away those tears...
I am so glad that Maudie is not crying today, but worshiping at my Savior's feet.
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Bless Your Heart - Angie
I feel the same way about my Mamaw, my mom's mom. I was her favorite..of course! I would spend most every weekend at her house and during the summer I would just move in! She was a pastor's wife, but he died when my mom was 13. What a women of God. She served Him faithfully and everyone she meet she would tell them about her Savior. One of my greatest memories growing up is when we would go to bed she would pray out loud. I would give anything to hear one of her prayers again! What an awesome testimony she was to me and so many others. I am so thankful that God made me her grandchild! I know that when she entered Heaven she heard the words, "Well done my good and faithful servant." Thanks for sharing. Joye
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