Fear and Death cannot hold me
(A short story of Granny)
Granny was my husband’s grandmother. I met her in 1984 at the Lutz family Christmas. She was quite a character full of life and a riot as far as humor goes.
She would tell off color jokes and throw in a few choice words every now and then. She was an intelligent woman. Very business savvy in her younger years and very astute. The only time that we really saw her was at Thanksgiving and Christmas. She could have the attention of the entire room and everyone would laugh; a little gruff, but always kind.
Granny was a Charter member of St. Andrews Presbyterian Church and from time to time we would go to her church on Easter or Christmas like most people who aren’t living for God. We’d sit in the balcony, when we’d sing a song from the hymnal, my husband would change up the words a bit, he’s a lot like Granny.
When Granny was 89 years old she stepped out of her kitchen into the garage as she’d done hundreds of times to get her newspaper from the driveway; on this particular day however, she fell and had to crawl back into the house to call someone; she lived on long ways from any of us. When she was taken to the hospital the Dr. had her hip ex-rayed. The Dr. said that she had fractured her hip but he couldn’t do anything right then because it was Saturday and on Monday they would re-x-ray her hip.
That day we had gotten the phone call that Granny was in the hospital. I called a friend to meet me at the hospital so that we could lay hands on Granny and pray for her to be healed. I told my friend to pray in the Spirit all the way to the hospital because I was believing for a miracle. When she and I got into the hospital room to visit Granny, I asked her if she would like for us to pray for her and she said, “Yes” and then I asked her if she believed that Jesus could heal her? She said, “I’d better! He has kept me healthy my whole life!” Then I asked Granny if she had a favorite scripture? She said, “I will lift up my eyes to the hills from where my help comes, my help comes from the Lord Who made heaven and earth and all they contain! Psalm 121”.
I asked her if she would like me to read Psalm 91 to her and she said, “yes”. When I got through reading the word to her my friend and I laid our hands on her and commanded her hip to be completely healed in Jesus name. ON MONDAY when the radiology dept. came in to ex-ray Granny’s hip they said, “There’s no fracture! It’s healed!” Well even though God healed her hip she had a lung disease that we didn’t know about and the Dr. had told my Mother-in-love and it would be what killed her.
Granny never got sick, so this was a little strange for her to be in the hospital, but she seemed content. She never complained one time. She was in the hospital for 2 weeks. On Wednesday the second week my Mother-in-love stayed at the hospital with her. She had told Mom that she was hearing music and said, “Do you hear that beautiful music?” My Mother-in-love thought that she might be losing it. But my husband and I knew she was hearing heaven’s choir.
Thursday evening my husband and I were supposed to take our oldest son out to eat for his birthday, it was November 22. When my husband and I got to the hospital Granny was very uncomfortable. I asked her if there was anything that I could do for her? She said “would you rub my back please, this bed is uncomfortable”? As I was rubbing her back I asked her how she was doing and she told me that the night before that she’d had a dream of being a kid again on a sled then going down the hill and crossing over the river to the other side.
I didn’t say anything but perceived that she was fixing to go home to be with the Lord but that she was afraid to die because she wasn’t sure where she would spend eternity. My husband told me that he was going to stay with Granny that night so that she wouldn’t be alone. He walked me to the car and I told him what I kept feeling; that she was afraid to die because she was unsure if she was saved, he said, “I’ll take care of it!” That night he asked Granny, do you believe that Jesus is the Christ and that He died and rose again from the grave? She said, “I sure do!” He said, “Then your saved.” He reassured her that night. She’d lived for the Lord her whole life and what she was really worried about was the family. My husband said she had been the matriarch of the family for decades. He sat and talked to her to reassure her that she had trained him to take over the family and provide for their needs and that she didn’t have anything to worry about and she was free to go home.
Her son, my husband’s father, was in the beginning stages of dementia and she had already signed over the power of attorney and trusteeship to my husband’s mom and him.
**As I was driving home that night; when I’d get to a stop sign I would start to cry. When I would drive I would stop crying and then I’d come to another stop sign and start crying again. I said, “Lord, what’s wrong with me?” He said, “you’re grieving that’s the human side of life.” **
Friday night our sister-in-love stayed with Granny and at 5:23am Saturday morning we got a phone call from her saying that they were losing Granny and to get up to the hospital. Well, we lived in Yukon and she was at Mercy Hospital and for us to get there took almost an hour. (The turnpike hadn’t been built yet, if it had been it would take us about 10 minutes to get there.)
We arrived at the hospital about an hour after the call. Granny’s hospital room was just on the other side of the doorway from the nurse’s station and the first room on the left. The moment we walk through the double doors to go to her hospital room I felt God’s presence very heavily but when we walked into her room it was like walking into a rubber membrane to get in. God’s presence was so thick that it was hard to walk into the room. The nurses had already taken the machinery off of Granny and her shell lay on the bed lifeless yet she looked so young, I said, “that’s not Granny!” Then walked out to go to the family room with the rest of the family. I was completely satisfied and confident that Granny was with Jesus whom she had served her entire life and she was rejoicing on the streets of gold.
For the believer there is no sting in death. There are no regrets and no fear of death.
1 Corinthians 15:55 O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY? O DEATH, WHERE IS YOUR STING?”
Psalms 116:15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His godly ones.
For the believer when you take your last breath on earth you take your first breath in heaven.
2 Corinthians 5:8 we are of good courage, I say and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord.
Granny only changed her address from her earthly one to her heavenly one. The Lord let us experience His amazing presence in the natural to bless us, not because we don’t believe, but because we do! It’s better to believe by having not seen, but He chose this particular day to let us experience His lovely presence in a difficult time.