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The Hope of Heaven
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As I drew close to her bedside, Adrianna appeared to be sleeping. At only 36 she still looked very young. Her warm brown curls reached well below her shoulders, delicately falling upon her alabaster forearms. It was her skin color alone, the palest of whites that hinted that something might be wrong. Other than that, she looked like a young woman peacefully enjoying an afternoon nap.

But Adrianna had been in bed for several years. Shortly after the birth of her one and only child at age 29, she had been diagnosed with MS. The symptoms started subtly enough but gradually worsened month-by-month, year-by-year until one day Adrianna was not able to pull herself out of bed.

Simultaneously, she began to lose her sight. Now, she could see only shadows.Her beautiful arms also ceased to do her bidding. No longer could she feed herself, brush her hair, cradle her child, or embrace her husband. She lay in her bed of affliction a prisoner of her own body, able only to listen and to speak.

Adrianna was a “frequent flyer” in our hospital, admitted for several weeks at a time, discharged home for a season, and then readmitted when her care became unmanageable for her husband.

During the year we knew each other, I visited her through her various admissions, holding her hand, encouraging, listening and praying. Adrianna was Catholic but apparently not connected to either of the local parishes. She loved God and genuinely looked to Him for healing.

Condition Worsened

But physical healing had not come. Her disease progressed and her condition worsened. Now her speech had begun to slur and she was having difficulty forming words. All of us involved in her care intuitively knew her days were numbered.

One warm summer afternoon as I drew near to her bedside, Adrianna slowly opened her eyes and began to rally. Her conversation though quiet, was clear and unfaltering.  “Adrianna,” I interjected, “I know you love God and believe in Jesus.” “Yes,” she replied. “But, have you ever given your heart to the Lord and accepted Jesus as your Savior?” Gently, I explained to her just what that meant—how God gave his only Son to pay the price for our sins, how Jesus suffered and died for her personally so that she could have forgiveness and spend eternity with the Lord in a brand new body, free of sickness and pain. She listened carefully and when I concluded by asking her if she would like to accept Jesus as her Savior she responded ever so sincerely, “Yes, I would.”

Adrianna and I prayed together that afternoon. She confessed her sins and accepted Jesus. And then, she drifted peacefully back to sleep. Not many days later, she passed peacefully to her rest with the hope of heaven in her heart. 

Does that same hope find a resting place in your heart today?

"In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am" (John 14:2,3).

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