When you need it most…a Godwink
We lost a great man yesterday. When I think about Rob’s Uncle it always brings a smile to my face. There is something about the Moore family humor that is unmatched. It is humor that is dry yet perfectly executed often leaving the listener to pause minutes after they walked away and simply smile as they finally got the joke. He loved our family and its history and him and our Aunt lived and enjoyed a long life together. They were the Aunt and Uncle that wrote a birthday card…every year, without fail. They were the ones that would see an article or something that reminded them of you and would take the time to share it with you. It was a life well lived.
When my Aunt called to share that they had called in hospice and that his time was near, she shared a beautiful moment that cannot be described as anything other than a Godwink. Her son was in the attic and found a dusty box that he had not previously seen. When he opened it, he found letters that his mom had written to her mom when they were children. The letters described, in detail, so many memories of the life they all shared. As our Uncle lay in peace and resting on his last days, our Aunt read through all the letters smiling at the memories of her son flushing a new bar of soap down the toilet and clogging it up…who does that? She read the stories of when our Uncle worked long hours to get a house ready that would be their future home. Story after story that reminded her of the amazing life they had the joy of sharing. Not a coincidence that the box was found at the perfect moment in the last hours of his life here on earth, it was a Godwink.
God shows up in ways we cannot imagine and in the moments we don’t even realize we need him most. These last few days, God has done the same for me. When everything feels out of control and the attacks are not just spiritual but physical as well, the power of prayer and peace that comes through God alone is unmatched. I no longer hesitate to ask for help, to ask for prayers when I need them most. When I am asked for prayers, I immediately stop and pray in that moment and continue to pray. God shows up…without fail. It may not be healing when we have reached the end of our time on earth, it may be a dusty box, full of memories, reminding us of a treasured soul that will be missed but never forgotten.
Today, I pray that you identify your prayer warriors-know who they are, reach out to them and be there for them as well. I pray that you pause and reflect on those treasured memories. I pray that you find peace and comfort with the loss of loved ones knowing that we will meet again. Never forget that God loved us so much that “He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life” (John 3: 16, NIV).
