"He is a saint".
That is what Mary Jane called her husband.
He understood her.
He loved her.
He walked beside her always.
He allowed her whatever she needed to worship God.
He joined her...held out his hand for her ...helped her along the way.
The day was expected.
The day was anticipated.
The day was a Monday, just like a million other Mondays, except, this Monday, during Holy Week, Mary Jane went to celebrate the resurrection in the grandest of ways. She is whole, healthy, singing praises and hearing the most beautiful music. She has earned her reward.
She told me once that she didn't need gold and jewels and all that when she got to heaven. She thought Heaven was just exactly whatever one wanted it to be. She wanted wide open pastures...grasslands, filled with beautiful horses.
I believe Mary Jane has seen that pasture and there are the most amazingly beautiful animals there. Her husband, Don, walked this earth with her. He walked beside her for all of her days.
He never left her side as her days became apparently very limited. Jenn said, "Dad is amazing. I watch him sleep by her bed every night. It is a blessing witnessing that kind of love." He was by her side and had the honor of "walking her home."
She did not ask to be delivered from cancer. All she ever asked of us was to pray for her pain management and her peace.
Our quartet sang for Mary Jane. She asked us to sing for her celebration on Saturday...a couple of her favorites, "Whispering Hope" and "Surely the Presence of the Lord is in This Place." I am so honored to be called upon! I too, will be a part of "walking her home".
"The seeds of her faith, planted in prayer, will bring forth life, and grow into fruit that is eternal." -Stormie Omartian