God has given Melvine another day to live, to move, and have her being on planet earth. We use to sing, "This World is Not My Home, I'm Just a passing through."
It is true we all want to go to heaven, but not many of us are ready to go today.
Melvine appears to be more at peace with her life and death than I am. She is not ready to talk with me about planning her funeral. My good friend, Wesley Russ, tells me I need to be flexible and let Melvine talk about it when she is ready. I must admit I have not arrived there yet. I am a doer. I called the funeral home and talked with Dale Rogers, one of the funeral directors, about the contract we have signed and paid for. I know basically what costs await me to pay when that day of departure comes for Melvine to go to heaven.
The nurse from Hospice came today to visit. Melvine was in bed and Carole went into our bedroom to talk with Melvine and take her blood pressure, temperature, etc. Every time I talk with a nurse or medical person, I learn something new.
The cleaning ladies did not come as planned. They had an emergency in their family, and hopefully will come Tuesday morning. I need to be flexible as Wesley Russ tells me. Marty Airhart would tell me again, "Be Patient, Dr. Morgan!" Marty wrote a song about that, and we cannot find it.
Bonnie Bender made us an Amish casserole for our supper. It was good and all three of us enjoyed it.
A lady from Greg's Presbyterian Church (Greg plays the piano for them, but tithes his income and gives to World Missions through Christian Life Worship Center (a Pentecostal Holiness Church) is bringing our supper on Wednesday night. This wonderful lady taught school with our Stephanie at Statham Elementary School.
Wayne Butler, my former associate pastor when I was the senior pastor of Tarkenton Memorial Church, came Monday evening to bring us a new white, cushioned toilet seat for our handicap commode. He is a master at things like this. He just recently had by-pass artery surgery and is now out helping people like Melvine and me. He and his wife, June, are givers. They are generous folks. They are friends for life.
Melvine's first cousin, Mary Ann Weeks and her husband, Everette, are planning to come to visit Melvine on Friday and pray with her. Of course they are coming to see Greg and me, too. They will go to a restaurant to get our supper when they come. Mary Ann is a Bible teacher and a prayer warrior. She intercedes for many people and God is honoring her life and that of Everette who pray and study God's Word daily in their home in Richmond. Everette is in the tile business. His son has taken over, but I think Everette is the brains who figures the cost of every tile job either commercial or residential. The gift of prophecy operates in Everette's life.
A nurse from my cardiologist office called on Monday to give me a report on the nuclear stress test. There was no change since the last one I had some few years ago. So, I am to continue with the medication I am already taking.
Both Melvine and Greg have gone to bed.
The Bible is the guide book for my life. I want to stand firm on the Word. I plan to do some reading in the Bible when I have finished Tuesday's Hugh's News.
Today, I have chosen the benediction recorded in the Book of Ecclesiastes about time. You can read it and see what I am dealing with . . . a time to live and a time to die.
Time will continue long after we have died and gone to heaven.
Now is the time to get ready for that day that will surely come when death will come knocking at our door.
I want you all to know that Melvine, Greg, and I love Jesus and are trusting HIm for our eternal salvation and future in the ages to come.
We deeply appreciate your many prayers for us.
It is true we all want to go to heaven, but not many of us are ready to go today.
Melvine appears to be more at peace with her life and death than I am. She is not ready to talk with me about planning her funeral. My good friend, Wesley Russ, tells me I need to be flexible and let Melvine talk about it when she is ready. I must admit I have not arrived there yet. I am a doer. I called the funeral home and talked with Dale Rogers, one of the funeral directors, about the contract we have signed and paid for. I know basically what costs await me to pay when that day of departure comes for Melvine to go to heaven.
The nurse from Hospice came today to visit. Melvine was in bed and Carole went into our bedroom to talk with Melvine and take her blood pressure, temperature, etc. Every time I talk with a nurse or medical person, I learn something new.
The cleaning ladies did not come as planned. They had an emergency in their family, and hopefully will come Tuesday morning. I need to be flexible as Wesley Russ tells me. Marty Airhart would tell me again, "Be Patient, Dr. Morgan!" Marty wrote a song about that, and we cannot find it.
Bonnie Bender made us an Amish casserole for our supper. It was good and all three of us enjoyed it.
A lady from Greg's Presbyterian Church (Greg plays the piano for them, but tithes his income and gives to World Missions through Christian Life Worship Center (a Pentecostal Holiness Church) is bringing our supper on Wednesday night. This wonderful lady taught school with our Stephanie at Statham Elementary School.
Wayne Butler, my former associate pastor when I was the senior pastor of Tarkenton Memorial Church, came Monday evening to bring us a new white, cushioned toilet seat for our handicap commode. He is a master at things like this. He just recently had by-pass artery surgery and is now out helping people like Melvine and me. He and his wife, June, are givers. They are generous folks. They are friends for life.
Melvine's first cousin, Mary Ann Weeks and her husband, Everette, are planning to come to visit Melvine on Friday and pray with her. Of course they are coming to see Greg and me, too. They will go to a restaurant to get our supper when they come. Mary Ann is a Bible teacher and a prayer warrior. She intercedes for many people and God is honoring her life and that of Everette who pray and study God's Word daily in their home in Richmond. Everette is in the tile business. His son has taken over, but I think Everette is the brains who figures the cost of every tile job either commercial or residential. The gift of prophecy operates in Everette's life.
A nurse from my cardiologist office called on Monday to give me a report on the nuclear stress test. There was no change since the last one I had some few years ago. So, I am to continue with the medication I am already taking.
Both Melvine and Greg have gone to bed.
The Bible is the guide book for my life. I want to stand firm on the Word. I plan to do some reading in the Bible when I have finished Tuesday's Hugh's News.
Today, I have chosen the benediction recorded in the Book of Ecclesiastes about time. You can read it and see what I am dealing with . . . a time to live and a time to die.
Time will continue long after we have died and gone to heaven.
Now is the time to get ready for that day that will surely come when death will come knocking at our door.
I want you all to know that Melvine, Greg, and I love Jesus and are trusting HIm for our eternal salvation and future in the ages to come.
We deeply appreciate your many prayers for us.