Going Home
Bo Hill and I went down to Children's Hospital earlier this week to visit sweet little Olivia Morris. Olivia is doing pretty good, but keep that family in your prayers. I know Scott and Robin feel stressed. As we were leaving, a group of about 4 adults got on the elevator with a little boy about 4 years old wearing pajamas and a mask similar to one a surgeon wears. You know how people are usually quiet on an elevator, right? Well, it was REALLY quiet and all of a sudden we hear a little voice say "Let's just go home, momma." Nobody said a word, and in a few seconds he repeated his plea....."Momma, let's just go home". They only traveled down as far as the 4th floor, and all marched off to parts unknown. The rest of us stood there with misty eyes and prayerful thoughts and hearts. I hope he has gone home by now. Won't heaven be wonderful? No more sickness, no more hospitals. Just Peace.
Let's just all go home!
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If you want to see a sixty-five year old man cry just write about children's hospitals. and yes I admit it I did shed a tear.
Wow! That breaks my heart, and makes me grateful all at the same time for my own childrens' health. We are praying for Olivia at our house.
That is heart-breaking. I always find it difficult to go to a children's hospital.
Tell Bo Hill I said "Hey." We pledged TNT together back in 1983.
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Another "Amen!" to all of the previous comments. I, too, young man, just want to go home.
If we don't long to go home, I think we have gotten too comfortable here. I know people who are very afraid of death and if they don't know the wonderful love of Jesus and the magnificent grace of God they have reason to be afraid. But isn't it confronting that through all of the trials of life God tells us, "Do not fear." Isaiah 43 really speaks to me. Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; YOU ARE MINE!! I know that that has been very confronting for the Morris family. God has a plan for everything and we are starting to see God's plan for Olivia's hospitalization and God is truly amazing. I am so blessed to be a redeemed one!! Let us share that with those who do not know that God has called them by name.
My little brother, Mark, died when he was only 8 years old of a brain tumor. I was in 8th grade and was very, very close to him. He lived for 9 months after having had brain surgery and part of the tumor removed.
Not too long before he went back in the hospital for a month and a half before he died, he told our mom one night that he wanted to go home. She said - what do you mean? He pointed upward and said, "There." "I want to go home."
He knew. He was 8 years old, he was happy, he was ready, and he knew.
My younger son is Mark - and he is now grown and has a wonderful family. Life here on this fragile, temporary earth goes on - for the time being. But one day, we will all be together in that new home God has prepared for us when we can all meet each other, love each other and spend our eternity talking about and remembering how wonderful God was in all our lives - to love us, to save us, and to keep us all safe to be with Him forever.
Thanks, David, for these thoughts and for your loving actions and recollections.
Thanks.
P. S. I hope the little boy's parents took him home. I really do. But either way, God will welcome him home when he arrives and we can all get to know him in his innocence and sweetness.
Come, Lord Jesus. Come quickly.
In the last six weeks I've been in four countries and eight States. That is the story of my life... and I'm still not home. Yes, I'm in Michigan, but I've never found a place on this planet that felt like home for very long. It took years before I realized that was a good thing. God bless that little boy. Perhaps he was an angel sent to deliver this message to us.
what a great thought...Andrew Peterson's new CD talks a lot about going home...I have the lyrics of a song called "the far country" posted on my blog. Get the CD if you have a chance. He has another song called "Lay Me Down" (not to be confused with an old Conway Twitty song of a similar name) that talks about going home too, remind to tell yousometime about how ready my dad was to go home....peace, cooper
David,
That has to be God breaking into that elevator!
That is just heart breaking.
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