In her last few days of waking up from fourteen hour naps, she confirmed that there is a heaven. Many gifts she gave to me, gifts for me to keep. But this gift, this gift I dare not keep to myself. This gift is to be shared. So, allow me to share my Aunt Lucy with you...
Aunt Lucy had no children of her own, so she treated us nieces and nephews as royalty. And, when her health crisis struck, we were there for her: taking turns sitting with her at the hospital and the nursing facility. The doctors told us that most likely she would live only a few more weeks, but Aunt Lucy had other ideas. She lingered for more than three months.
Those months wore on and on. We were exhausted from our sleepless nights, we were frazzled from dealing with incompetent health care workers, and we were brokenhearted that this was how Aunt Lucy was living her last days on earth. She had no pain, surprisingly. For this we were grateful.
Since I did not handle the night shift very well (too many noises and interruptions), the morning shift became mine. I was there as the morning light sifted through the blinds, wondering what each day would bring. And to my amazement, Aunt Lucy's waking murmurs intimately described what she was experiencing.
With eyelids still closed from sleeping, she clearly spoke, "Oh, how beautiful... oh, how beautiful!" over and over again. Not just one day, but several days in a row. As this new phenomenon continued, her intensity of sharing grew. I would sit as close to her as possible, taking in her every word, making sure I understood what she was saying. I understood the words. I never questioned their meaning. I only questioned why I was the chosen one to be by her side during these times.
Another morning as she awakened, she clearly said, "Oh, there's Mama. She's waving to me. She looks so pretty. She's standing by the gate. Oh, how beautiful... oh,
how beautiful!" Then she would drift back to sleep for a short, peaceful nap.
Now, I know it is just our human nature to see our mothers as we near death. It is a completion of life's cycle. But the next vision she shared makes even the skeptics stop and give pause. Lucy saw someone else awaiting her... someone else waving to her. It was her Aunt Claudie.
The family had not told Lucy about her aunt's passing away three months prior. Not to agitate or upset her, we had kept it secret from her that we buried her Aunt Claudie on the day of Lucy's own surgery. It was a difficult, sad day for us... burying one Auntie, maybe saying goodbye to another. But, we rallied together and, somehow, kept going.
In her vision, Claudie also was standing by the gate, waving... "Oh, there's Aunt Claudie... She looks so pretty. What a pretty dress. Oh, how beautiful...
oh, how beautiful!" Then she continued to awaken and become part of this earthly world again, her visions fading and her smile weakening. Clearly, our beloved aunt was straddling the line between two worlds. She drifted from one to the other with ease and grace, and all we could do was hold her hand and offer her chips of ice.
As for me, my spirit soared with joy and the affirmation that there is a heaven, and that I will see my loved ones once again! But, my tears could not stop, and I could not define the line between tears of sadness and tears of joy. How do you separate the two since they are joined by the heart? I knew that I had been given a glimpse of glory and of what is, and what is to come for all of us believers! But that gift came with a price, and it cost me my Aunt... cost all of us our beloved Lucy. To this day, I still think, "What an incredible experience given to me in that one small room, stuck in a corner, in a nursing home in the little town of Calera, Oklahoma!"
The last comment Aunt Lucy shared made me dig in my Bible. And sure enough, I found in *Revelation 5:8 what she was experiencing. "Oh, how beautiful..." she whispered. And smiling she said, "Mmmm... it smells so good." "Can you smell it?" she asked. "It smells so sweet. Oh, oh... oh, how beautiful!"
And, then late one evening... her earthly body wore out, and she left us. Her spirit went on to that beautiful place, but she did not leave us hopeless. I know that she joined Jesus, and I know that she had loved ones waiting for her, because she told me so. What a joyous reunion it must have been... one planned and blessed by God!
So, my friend, since Aunt Lucy so willingly and lovingly shared who she was and what she saw... I pass this on to you. I don't want her to be forgotten, and her message must live on. She gave us all many gifts, but the greatest gift of all is the gift of hope! There
is a Savior, and He
has prepared a place for us... a beautiful one with my loving Grandmother and my aunties... one that smells so sweet... and one that has a gate!
Now, that's a promise... "Oh, oh...
oh, how beautiful!"
Sincerely,
Cindy Lou
* "
...and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints." --Holy Bible, Revelation 5:8
(This is what Aunt Lucy was smelling that smelled so sweet.)
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, trust also in me. 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." --Holy Bible, John 14:1-3
(This verse is one Aunt Lucy used to comfort us before her surgery. She quoted it from memory.)
Verses for reference:
"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God..." --Holy Bible... Romans 3: 23
"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord."
-- Holy Bible... Romans 6:23
"Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.' " --Holy Bible... John 14: 6
"That if you confess with your mouth, 'Jesus is Lord,' and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved." --Holy Bible... Romans 10:9
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