My mother-in-law was a scrappy little woman—barely eighty pounds when she died at age 89. Marion suffered much grief, tragically losing her eldest son at age 21. Five years later, her husband and 23-year old son died in a work-related accident, leaving her a widow at age 47, with an eleven-year old son and a dependent daughter.
Marion’s health began to decline in her mid-80’s. On one hospital stay when she was critically ill, her children and grandchildren were called home to say goodbye, as her doctor felt she was nearing the end of her Earthly life. After we all arrived, she rallied and was upset she couldn’t join the family in a room reserved for family members to gather.
Over the years I knew Marion, I never witnessed her reading a Bible nor heard her utter a prayer. I don’t know if she believed her name was written in the book of eternal life with God. It doesn’t matter to me, because Marion lived the Bible and her prayers were in her eyes, smile, laugh, and love for her family.
Marion came to my rescue when my babies were born and after several health issues I experienced. Yet, she insisted to the day she died that she could take care of her business and herself. I never was able to return the care she freely gave me.
Thank you, Lord, for this woman in my life. Amen.