Shouting from the roof top!

If you read back to some of my older blogs you would find me talking about my Grandpa's iminent death. Well it is today that I stand here today and want to shout from the roof top: GRANDPA IS BETTER!!!!!

We have been on an emotional rollar coaster for the past month and a half. Grandpa is sick...Grandpa is not getting better....Grandpa is dying...Grandpa is eating...Grandpa is no longer confused...Grandpa isn't eating anymore...Grandpa seems very weak...Grandpa is entertaining visitors... It has been a whirlwind couple of months.

I often attend to patient's who are in the last stages of life and offer words of support about God's timing but I don't think that I have ever had that truth challenged until now.

Even when Grandpa's health would take an up-hill swing I was the one being hesitant, not wanting the family to put too much hope in a recovery. I mean, all the signs were against him. He's old, he's not on what we have always believed was a life controling medication, he has had very little nutrition or excercise in a very long time.

My mom called me last week to say that Grandpa's doctor was going to make a HOUSE CALL... in case you haven't noticed, doctors don't do that anymore! He gave us really good news: Grandpa's infection was GONE! This is the same infection that his body was too weak to even work along with the antibiotics on just a month ago. We have since discontinued hospice and are working with home health therapy.

I got an email from Grandma last night that found me REJOICING....Grandpa is up walking, eating 3 meals a day. Seemingly back to his normal self!!!!!

Why has this great improvement occured? Because we serve an AWESOME God. I can't even put into words my joy.

Grandpa came home to die the first week of December. We knew it, he knew it. Everyone, in their own way had accepted that fact. I remember one day when Grandpa told me, "I don't understand it, I thought for sure I would have died yesterday."

The most amazing thing for me in this is that, as I wrote about in a previous blog, we were facing this expected loss with out any fear. For the believer their is no sting to death for the scripture tells us that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. My Grandpa has lived, even in the face of death, with that complete assurance of his salvation.

Now what? I laugh when I think that my over planning uncle had even scheduled a tenitive date for Grandpa's memorial service! First off, WHO DOES THAT??? It made sense, Grandpa was dying, why not be prepared. Well, that date came and went over a month ago and my Grandpa is still living.

I praise the Lord that His timing is perfect. It makes me love Him more, knowing that He has the perfect time set for welcoming my Grandpa into His glorious presence and that that won't be a moment sooner than He is ready.

So yes, I'm shouting from the roof top: GRANDPA IS BETTER!!!!!!

I will cherish each new day that my Grandpa has been loaned to us. That is how I now see it, God has given him back to us.