Lovin Life: August 2009

One of my friends emailed this to me, I liked it so much I wanted to share it with everyone, the picture's are ones that I have taken in various places, I added them because it felt right. I hope you enjoy both. Missy

A woman's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her mother. When the minister arrived, he found the woman lying in bed with her head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside her bed. The minister assumed that the woman had been informed of his visit. 'I guess you were expecting me, he said .' No, who are you ? ' said the mother. The minister told her his name then remarked, ' I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up. '

' Oh yeah, the chair, ' said the bedridden woman, ' would you mind closing the door ? ' Puzzled, the minister shut the door. 'I never told anyone this, not even my daughter', said the woman.' But all my life I never new how to pray, at church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head', I abandoned any attempt at prayer,' the woman continued, 'until one day four years ago; my best friend said to me,' Betty, prayer is a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Hear is what I suggest, sit down in a chair, place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus in the chair.It's not spooky because he promised,' I will be with you always.' Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now' So, I tried it and liked it so much I do it for a couple of hours each day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to a chair, she would have a nervous breakdown, or put me in a funny farm.' The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the woman to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with her, anointed her with oil, and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her mother had died that afternoon. Did she die in peace?' he asked. Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, she called me over to her bedside,told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek.. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found her.But there was something strange about her death. Apparently, just before she died, She leaned over and rested her head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?' The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, ' I wish we could all go like that.'