The Grass Withers

“Though the grass withers and the flower fades, the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8

Yesterday a priest came to my hospital room and prayed over me. He is known as the priest with MRI eyes and can see what ails us. He said he could see my emboli and that there were so many and that the operation was “delikado” (dangerous). It has not been said, but of course, it is there in the back of everyone’s mind, that I could die on the operating table. I could have died of pulmonary embolism as well last Tuesday, when my lips turned blue, my oxygen went down down, and I felt so cold and shaky. 

Indeed we will all wither and fade one day. Ever since my mom died and I was given a revelation of heaven, I have not feared death. It is a door to where we all long to be, no more pain, suffering, sickness, and frustration. Of course, I have a wonderful family, friends and a community I count as family I would be loathe to leave behind. 

I was wondering why God allowed me to get sick now, the busiest time of the year for our business, a time when so many things are happening? And then I think, what better time? If I was not in the hospital, I would be in the middle of ordering Christmas stock, talking to suppliers, wrapping the gifts I’ve bought throughout the year. Instead, I am “in the desert, preparing the way of the Lord, making a highway for our God! (Isaiah 40:3) This Advent, I will have ample time for repentance, soul searching and house cleaning, to prepare to welcome Jesus in my heart. This may be my most wonderful Christmas yet if I allow God to do what He wants to do in my life!!!