Today her sister came and picked up a borrowed wheelchair that was still at our house. We had received news a few weeks ago from a church member in Marisol’s village that she had passed away. As I talked with her sister this morning and asked how the family was doing, she said they were ok, but were struggling to shoulder the financial burden that had been left from medical bills. I sensed an uneasiness in her voice about not being certain what happens when someone dies and about the dark dreams the devil sends. Definitely a call to prayer for the family!
I really wanted to know if Marisol had made the decision for Christ as we had fervently been praying for. While I don’t know for sure, her sister mentioned something that made me smile. She said that it had gotten worse and worse for Marisol and she was grumpier and grumpier. That is, until her last three days. She turned into the sweetest thing, her sister said, and began smiling and being so kind to everyone. I believe she found peace and rest in Jesus.
I am so grateful that Christmas reminds us of Jesus’ birth, His life and His death. Accepting these indescribable gifts is our ticket to leaving this painful world and spending eternity in heaven with Jesus. I can hardly wait to go to heaven! How about you?!