J
HER INDEPENDENCE DAY ~~
Last week I was broken hearted regarding my
mothers actions and tone with me.
The pain of rejection cut like a knife and I thought
someone had ripped out my heart.
Since then, I realized many things. Her mind
was not coherent, her restlessness had a
method to its madness.
As any mother - daughter, we had our ups and
downs. Many downs, but always forgiving and
forgetting. However, not everyone forgets. Her
mind stored away things like a squirrel storing
nuts for the winter.
Due to the illness she was enduring, she was
agitated easily and it turns out she was irritable
with all the girls in the nursing facility.
I had never been privy to her actions recently.
While sitting with her 5 weeks ago, waiting for
her to die, she was docile, and I just saw a quiet
woman.
But, die she didn't, and she sprung back to life.
I knew God had a purpose for not taking her when
she was told she would die. Little did I know why.
She had always said she had accepted Christ in her
heart, but the fruits weren't always evident. Some
things she did proved this to be.
Yesterday, we get our call to come to the Nursing
facility. The time was coming. Soon.
When I walked in, she was stone cold toward me.
My heart breaking. I didn't want her to leave this
world 'hating' me.
With much prayer and scripture reading for hours,
she began to find some release and relief from her
pain.
God spoke to my spirit what was holding her back
as I watched her in the final throes of death.
She was unable to find peace or rest in her spirit.
She was struggling not to die.
I watched her face intently, and just kept praying,
singing songs of Jesus. Still no peace.
As I spoke out to the 'thing' that was holding her
back, which was a religious spirit, not a true spirit
of God, her countenance began to change.
What was it I spoke over her? What was holding her back?
These are the words He spoke through me…
You spirit of religion you loosen her. She does not pray to
Mary, she will not go to purgatory, she will go to Jesus
Christ. [ She had been foster child in Catholic family.]
Her breathing had been labored for nearly an hour.
After speaking to this 'thing' to loosen its grip on her,
I silently asked God to see her smile. I spoke to her
as she lay dying and said you will see Jesus soon,
and you are free, and you will smile. To my husbands
amazement and mine, she smiled a tiny smile a couple
of times.
After the rattling in her chest ceased, she took about
six small dainty breaths, and like a wisp of air, her last
breath left her.
Her facial countenance shown, her tired drawn lines
were now softened. She was at rest and finally at peace.
I will forever thank my Heavenly Father for being with us
to see her through the door from death into life.
His presence dropped down over her bed and I wanted
to stay there forever. What a glorious day.
My mother died July 4th 2009 J Kay ~2
Repost ~ J~K~2
Last week I was broken hearted regarding my
mothers actions and tone with me.
The pain of rejection cut like a knife and I thought
someone had ripped out my heart.
Since then, I realized many things. Her mind
was not coherent, her restlessness had a
method to its madness.
As any mother - daughter, we had our ups and
downs. Many downs, but always forgiving and
forgetting. However, not everyone forgets. Her
mind stored away things like a squirrel storing
nuts for the winter.
Due to the illness she was enduring, she was
agitated easily and it turns out she was irritable
with all the girls in the nursing facility.
I had never been privy to her actions recently.
While sitting with her 5 weeks ago, waiting for
her to die, she was docile, and I just saw a quiet
woman.
But, die she didn't, and she sprung back to life.
I knew God had a purpose for not taking her when
she was told she would die. Little did I know why.
She had always said she had accepted Christ in her
heart, but the fruits weren't always evident. Some
things she did proved this to be.
Yesterday, we get our call to come to the Nursing
facility. The time was coming. Soon.
When I walked in, she was stone cold toward me.
My heart breaking. I didn't want her to leave this
world 'hating' me.
With much prayer and scripture reading for hours,
she began to find some release and relief from her
pain.
God spoke to my spirit what was holding her back
as I watched her in the final throes of death.
She was unable to find peace or rest in her spirit.
She was struggling not to die.
I watched her face intently, and just kept praying,
singing songs of Jesus. Still no peace.
As I spoke out to the 'thing' that was holding her
back, which was a religious spirit, not a true spirit
of God, her countenance began to change.
What was it I spoke over her? What was holding her back?
These are the words He spoke through me…
You spirit of religion you loosen her. She does not pray to
Mary, she will not go to purgatory, she will go to Jesus
Christ. [ She had been foster child in Catholic family.]
Her breathing had been labored for nearly an hour.
After speaking to this 'thing' to loosen its grip on her,
I silently asked God to see her smile. I spoke to her
as she lay dying and said you will see Jesus soon,
and you are free, and you will smile. To my husbands
amazement and mine, she smiled a tiny smile a couple
of times.
After the rattling in her chest ceased, she took about
six small dainty breaths, and like a wisp of air, her last
breath left her.
Her facial countenance shown, her tired drawn lines
were now softened. She was at rest and finally at peace.
I will forever thank my Heavenly Father for being with us
to see her through the door from death into life.
His presence dropped down over her bed and I wanted
to stay there forever. What a glorious day.
My mother died July 4th 2009 J Kay ~2
Repost ~ J~K~2