We tucked Mini into her hospital bed last Thursday afternoon, we
visited with her a bit, prayed with her, then left her to get some
rest. Monday morning I called the hospital to see if Andrea and I could
go visit her again. The woman simply said, “That woman died this
morning around 5:30am”. They couldn’t give me any more information
because I’m not family.
My breathe was gone. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my
chest. This hurts. When I opened up my heart to Mini I knew she was
sick. Yes I knew she would eventually die. But we will all eventually
die. However we will not all leave behind 4 children. 4 more
kids orphaned due to HIV/AIDs, thank God for willing grandmothers. I
thank God that we had the opportunity to pour into her life, but more
than that I thank God for the courage to do so. Mini may have died but I
will never forget her and what she meant to me.
When God created humans, when He formed us, He did not create us to hear
“your friend is dead” or “your mom died.” In Gods original plan there
was no death. Cancer and HIV were not in the Garden of Eden. He did
not create us for this kind of pain. But thank God we can rest in Him,
thank God that I can cry out to a God who’s ear is not to dull to hear
and arms are not too short to save. the only way I am able to love is
by the grace and strength of the Lord.
broken spirit;
a broken and contrite
The hope Jesus brings, thank you Jesus Mini was a believer and is just
as God intended her to be. Well and living eternally with Him.
