The hours have hung heavy
these past
few days. I can see my
husband�s
condition worsening with
each day. He
has fought so hard, and now
I know he
must be so weary. My
strength stays
with me as I tend to his
needs. Many
people have knelt in our
living room and
prayed for God�s will for
Bill and for
strength and comfort for
his family.
As the good people have
come to
offer their prayers for us,
my heart has
been blessed as I have
marveled at the
Lord�s Church. In the last
few days, our
pastor, an Assembly of God
minister, and
his wife have visited and
prayed along
the side of a nurse, a
Seventh Day
Adventist, from the hospice
center. The
father of one of our son�s
friends, a
Baptist, knelt and with
tears streaming
down his cheeks, to ask
God�s blessings
upon those in our home. A
couple from
the United Methodist Home
Class came with a lovely
fruit basket and
prayers for the Lord�s
will. A young
man, from the Disciples of
God Church,
that had lived next door to
Bill�s family
many years ago, came and
prayed. He,
also, gave additional
insight into this
much loved man with stories
from his
past.
I marveled at this loving
group of
Christian friends as they
came and gave
hope through God�s promise
of
everlasting life through
His son, Jesus
Christ.
(Joan�s
note) This note was taken
from
my journal page dated
December 27,
1995. Bill died from
Prostate Cancer on
December 30, 1995 as his
family
gathered at his bedside
with the singing
of hymns and the reading of
scripture.
His last words were, �I
love you.�
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