September 11, 2001

Psychiatric Hospital, Tuesday, September 11, 2001 – New England

I walked across the campus of the psychiatric hospital where I was working as a Nurse Practitioner to make morning rounds. It was my first day back from a week of vacation and I wondered if the workload would be extra heavy today. After visiting my family in the Midwest, I caught my connecting flight in Washington, DC and flew over New York City before landing in New England yesterday. Today was such a beautiful day with a sparkling clear blue sky. I admired the blooming flowers beside the walkway as I took my key to unlock the door to enter the secured unit. After completing several physical exams on the new patients who had been admitted overnight, I left the building and started walking toward the next building. I met Dr. A. on the sidewalk who was covering today for my boss. I always enjoyed working with Dr. A. since he loved to teach and share his latest research findings with me. He said, “Pam, the janitor just told me that a plane flew into the World Trade Center in New York City.” “Really? Are you sure?”, I replied. I learned to double check anything I heard at a psychiatric hospital since it was often unreliable information. Dr. A. said, “Let’s go turn on the TV in the health clinic since there are no patients there right now.” We quickly walked together to the clinic and turned on the TV. We could not believe our eyes as they showed the smoke pouring out of the World Trade Center. All of a sudden, the newscaster said, “Oh no! Another plane just hit the other tower!” We stared in disbelief and shock.

After about an hour, we knew we had to continue our rounds on the other units which we did together. Somehow, neither of us wanted to be alone in the midst of this uncertainty when no one understood what was happening. The hospital director had informed the staff to turn off all the TVs on the units so the patients wouldn’t be upset since a number of them were psychotic (out of reality) or going through alcohol or heroine withdrawal. The children and teens had all been through so much trauma in their short lives that they didn’t need any additional stress. Not even the adults understood what was happening. We were located two hours from New York City, so a number of the patients may have family members effected by the crisis. I could hardly believe that I had just flown through Washington DC and over New York City the day before.

As the day wore on, we heard that the Pentagon had been hit and another plane crashed in Pennsylvania. When would it end and who was doing this? There were so many questions and no clear answers in all the confusion. As soon as my work day ended, I drove home while I listened intently to the radio. Upon arriving at home, I turned on my television and watched the scenes unfold in shock and sadness. I prayed for all those involved and for the rescuers at the sites. All the planes had been grounded in and out of the entire country.

Friday, September 14, 2001

So much has happened this week. It is raining today and the mood on the hospital campus is as dreary as the weather. I decided to drive across the bridge to the next town to get some lunch to try and get away from the bleakness for a short time. I eagerly listened to the radio to see if they recovered any more survivors from the wreckage of the World Trade Center. I stopped at the red light and looked to the left before turning right on the bridge. There was no one coming, so I slowly started turning. I looked straight ahead, and all of a sudden there was a man and a woman standing in front of my bumper. I slammed on my brakes and then turned off my car. My heart was racing at the horror of having hit two pedestrians. I approached the couple and asked if they were hurt. The woman sat on the curb, glared at me, and started screaming at me, “WHY DID YOU HIT US??? DIDN’T YOU SEE US???” I quickly dialed 911 on my cell phone and the police and ambulance came within a few minutes. The police took down the information. The woman refused to go to the hospital, so the ambulance left. The policeman pulled me aside and said, “This couple hangs out on this corner often and hides behind the tree. Then they jump out in front of a car as it begins to turn so the driver will hit them. Then they collect insurance money.” My blood boiled to think that they had done this numerous times. I silently prayed and asked God to quiet my heart. After receiving my ticket, I returned to work and contacted my insurance company.

Reflection

The woman sued my insurance company about six months later for back pain. She was awarded an undisclosed amount of money out of court. But my encounter with them was nothing compared to what others suffered on September 11, 2001.

Nearly 3000 people died and 6000 were wounded that day. It seems hard to believe that it has been nearly 16 years since that tragic day. An entire generation has been born since then. I recently visited the Flight 93 Memorial in southern Pennsylvania where 40 brave crew and passengers attacked the terrorists and took down the plane in a grassy field to prevent it from flying into the Capital building in Washington, DC.

Flight 93 Memorial in Pennsylvania

None of us knows how many days we have remaining here on earth. But God knows. How I thank God that He would have all men to be saved for eternity. Just like those 40 men and women gave their lives to spare others, Jesus Christ died in our place on the cross and paid the penalty for our sins so all those who receive Him as Savior will not perish.

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him, should not perish, but have eternal life.” John 3:16

If you have not received the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Savior, I pray you would receive Him now. How He wants to give you eternal life and have a personal relationship with you for all eternity!

 

 

Nursing Home Ministry

Summer – 1973 – Midwest, USA

“Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this: to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction.” James 1:27

"What a Friend We Have in Jesus" was their favorite hymn!

“What a Friend We Have in Jesus” was their favorite hymn!

My sister, Marsha, asked the director of the nursing home, where we both are working this summer, for permission to have a Bible study for the patients on our day off. The director said “yes” so we had our first Bible study today! Prior to today, I only saw all the patients asleep at night under their white bedspreads in the dark. I was amazed at all the hustle and bustle with the patients up and dressed and either walking with a walker or in a wheelchair. We went room to room and invited each patient to come to the Bible study in the patient lounge. We gathered about 20 residents and began. Marsha led them in singing a few hymns while I accompanied them on my violin. Their favorite hymn seemed to be:

What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear!

What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer!

O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer! 

by Joseph Scriven

Then Marsha read the story from John 3 of Nicodemus, a Jewish ruler, who came to Jesus at night. Jesus said unto him, “Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” John 3:3 She carefully explained God’s wonderful plan of salvation. After concluding with John 3:16, she encouraged each one to receive Jesus Christ as his/her personal Savior if they had not already done so.

Afterward, white haired Mary came to me in her wheelchair with a bright smile on her face. “I received Jesus Christ as my Savior when I was a girl. It was so wonderful to hear the Bible lesson today and sing the hymns I learned when I was young. I can’t see well enough to read any more, so thank you for reading God’s word today!” We are thrilled that God allowed us to minister to these elderly residents today!

Reflection

Over the years, God gave me many more opportunities to share God’s word and songs with elderly Christians. I thank Him for our seasoned believers who have willingly shared with me how God encouraged them through difficult circumstances. May we all faithfully run the race today until God takes us home to heaven above and we hear our Savior say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” Matthew 25:21

Life Changing Letter

Saturday, January 16, 1971

I gazed out the window of our small stone home in the country and saw the mailman drive away. “I’ll get the mail, Mom!” I hurriedly put on my winter coat, hat, and mittens to brave the bitter cold. I ran down the gravel driveway, scooped the letters from the mailbox, and skimmed through them as I raced back to our warm home.

I was thrilled to see a letter addressed to me from my older sister!  Marsha was a freshman at the state university three hours away, so I didn’t see her often. When she came home for a visit in October, she seemed so happy, said her headaches were gone, and she broke up with her boyfriend because he wasn’t a Christian. She eagerly told me that her roommate told her how to become a Christian, and she started going to Bible classes on campus.

When she came home for Thanksgiving, she asked that we give her money for Christmas instead of presents so she could attend a missionary conference. As a sophomore in high school, I would never give up all my Christmas presents to attend some old dumb missionary conference!

Since she returned to school in January, I can’t stop thinking about how happy she is now. So I wrote her last week and asked her to tell me more about God.  I eagerly took her letter to my desk in my bedroom, closed the door, and began to read.

Dear Pam,

I would love to share with you more about God and His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ! Even though we went to church every Sunday and heard about Jesus Christ, the pastor never told us that each of us needs to personally receive Him as Savior.  I am so glad my college roommate shared the good news about Christ with me our first night at college.  I went to a Bible study with her, and  I received Him as my Savior shortly afterwards. I am so thankful that I have a personal relationship now with Him for all eternity and my sins are all forgiven!

As it says in John 3:16, “For God so loved the world (Pam) that He gave His only begotten (unique) Son, that whosoever (Pam) believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.”  This is the most important decision of your life because it decides whether you will spend eternity with God or perish forever without Him.  He loves you so much, Pam, that He died for you on the cross to bear the punishment for your sins.  After three days He rose again and lives in heaven today.

I asked the campus group at noon prayer meeting today to pray for you to receive Him as your personal Savior.

Love in Christ,  Marsha

I don’t think anyone has ever prayed for me before. I am so amazed that God loves me so much that He died for ME so I can be saved and be with Him for all eternity.  He knows all about how shy and insecure I am, and that I am so fearful of death ever since my cousin was killed in the Vietnam war.

As my tears flowed, I bowed my head and prayed,

Dear God, I come to You as I am– a sinner.  Thank You, Lord Jesus, for dying on the cross in my place for my sins and that You rose again from the grave.  I receive You now as my Savior.  Thank You that You love me so much! Amen.

When I opened my eyes, my heart was flooded with the peace and the joy of God, and my fear of death was gone!

path of life

Reflection

Dear Reader,

I would love to share with you in this blog how God led me to  become a nurse, and how He has taught me about Himself on the path of life.

If you have not received the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Savior, I invite you and encourage you to do so now as I did over 40 years ago.  It has been so exciting to grow in the knowledge of my Savior and let Him lead me through the joys and the sorrows, the laughter and the tears.  I look forward to that day when He takes me to heaven above in His perfect timing! “Even so, Come, Lord Jesus!” Revelation 22:20

Pamela, APRN

Nursing Home Ministry

Summer – 1973 – Midwest, USA

“Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this: to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction.” James 1:27

"What a Friend We Have in Jesus" was their favorite hymn!

“What a Friend We Have in Jesus” was their favorite hymn!

My sister, Marsha, asked the director of the nursing home, where we both are working this summer, for permission to have a Bible study for the patients on our day off. The director said “yes” so we had our first Bible study today! Prior to today, I only saw all the patients asleep at night under their white bedspreads in the dark. I was amazed at all the hustle and bustle with the patients up and dressed and either walking with a walker or in a wheelchair. We went room to room and invited each patient to come to the Bible study in the patient lounge. We gathered about 20 residents and began. Marsha led them in singing a few hymns while I accompanied them on my violin. Their favorite hymn seemed to be:

What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear!

What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer!

O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer! 

by Joseph Scriven

Then Linda read the story from John 3 of Nicodemus, a Jewish ruler, who came to Jesus at night. Jesus said unto him, “Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” John 3:3 She carefully explained God’s wonderful plan of salvation. After concluding with John 3:16, she encouraged each one to receive Jesus Christ as his/her personal Savior if they had not already done so.

Afterward, white haired Mary wheeled up to me in her wheelchair with a bright smile on her face. “I received Jesus Christ as my Savior when I was a girl. It was so wonderful to hear the Bible lesson today and sing the hymns I learned when I was young. I can’t see well enough to read any more, so thank you for reading God’s word today!” Marsha and I are thrilled that God allowed us to minister to these elderly residents today!

Reflection

Over the years, God gave me many more opportunities to share God’s word and songs with elderly Christians. I thank Him for our seasoned believers who have willingly shared with me how God encouraged them through difficult circumstances. May we all faithfully run the race today until we are home in heaven above and hear our Savior say, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant.” Matthew 25:21

God’s Mercy in Tragedy

February, 1991

When I returned from my survey trip to New England, my Dad called me to say that Mom had had a small stroke (TIA-transient ischemic attack). A small blood vessel broke in her brain. Her doctor started her on persantine, baby aspirin, and digoxin medications.

She began crying on the phone when I talked with her because she is so afraid of having a larger stroke. I told her Christ is the only one who can give her peace and strength, and that she needs to receive Him as her Savior. My Dad seems to be in denial of the seriousness of the situation. I wish I could go visit her where she lives in Florida, but it is difficult to get the time off work. I wrote her the following letter, and pray for her to have a receptive heart.

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.” Proverbs 3:5

Dear Mom,

I just wanted to let you know that I am praying so much for you. Perhaps God allowed the stroke to happen to bring you to the end of yourself and your own resources so you will come to Him just as you are. He loves you so much! You cannot work your way to heaven or come to God on your own merit. That is why Christ died on the cross in our place, for your sins and mine. Now all He wants you to do is receive Jesus Christ as your personal Savior. For all those who do, He gives eternal life, and gives us His righteousness.

Mom, none of us know how many days we have left here on earth. But I’m looking forward to heaven and the joy of worshiping the Lord there forever. I so want to see you in heaven also for all eternity. When you believe in Christ as your Savior, He gives you the peace and joy that passes understanding, even in the midst of severe trials. (Philippians 4:6-7; Romans 5:1-9) It is also a comfort to know that God works all things together for good for His children (Romans 8:28) and won’t test us above what we are able to bear (I Corinthians 10:13). 

If there is anything I can do for you or if you just want to talk, please don’t hesitate to call me. Also, please read through the gospel of John several times and notice all the times the word “believe” is used. 

Much Love in Christ, Pam

March, 1991 – Florida

On March 13, Mom had a second major stroke and ended up in the Intensive Care Unite (ICU), between life and death. I could not talk with her, so committed her to God and asked that she would receive Christ as her Savior. She survived and was transferred to a rehab center. I was able to fly down to see her on March 13 and praise God that I had a good opportunity to be alone with her today and talk. She told me she now believes in Christ as her Savior, knows she has eternal life, and a home in heaven! I asked her if she wanted me to read the Bible to her, and she replied with enthusiasm, “Yes!” I read John 14:1-6 and she quoted the entire passage with me!

Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life; no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me. John 14:6

I read her Philippians 4 and when I reached verse 11, I told her that the Apostle Paul wrote this when he was in prison.

Not that I speak in respect of want; for I have learned, in whatever state I am, in this to be content.

She is a kind of prisoner in her own body now that her left arm and leg are paralyzed, but she can learn to be content in Christ like Paul did. She replied that she is thankful that she still has one good arm and leg and can still talk. Then I read Psalm 23 and she quoted the entire psalm with me! She said she was trying and trying to remember it when she was in ICU, but it just got all mixed up in her brain. Then she asked me to read it twice more so she wouldn’t forget again.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want (lack)….Psalm 23

I found her little Bible in her home that she had before she was married. In the back flyleaf she had written John 14:1-6, John 3:16, and Matthew 11:28-29. Her father was a Baptist pastor and I am sure she memorized many Bible verses as a child, but she rebelled against God all these years. God is so faithful to bring to her memory all those verses from her childhood when she was alone in ICU. I think she now has the mind of a ten year old child and became childlike enough to trust the Lord as her Savior. It took cancer ten years ago and two strokes to bring her to believe in Christ, but now she is saved by His grace! How I praise Him!

Salvation is of the Lord. Jonah 2:9

Reflection

My Mom learned to walk again short distances with a quad cane, but her left arm remained paralyzed the rest of her life. My father faithfully became her caregiver the next five years, and they traveled to a number of places across the USA with her wheelchair and their travel trailer. When they visited my new church in New England, she delighted in singing the traditional hymns of her childhood and hearing the Bible teaching.

My parents traveled all over the USA after my Mom's stroke.

My parents traveled all over the USA after my Mom’s stroke.

The stroke changed her taste buds so all she would eat was mashed potatoes and cookies. She developed breast cancer, and the Lord took her to heaven at the age of 75, five years after her stroke. She chose “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In the Garden” to be sung at her funeral. It is so comforting to know she can walk again in her new body and is delighting in our Savior in the fullness of glory!

 

Medical Missions in Honduras – Part I

July, 1988

I attended a Bible study for singles and was blessed by Dr Pete, a Christian surgeon, who spoke about the medical mission trips he has taken over the past few years. The local pastor or missionary always shares the gospel with the patients as they wait to see the doctor, so their spiritual needs are met as well as the physical ones. Pete’s wife died 7 years ago and his children are adults, so he feels the Lord has set him free to do missions. He grew up in the Philippines and was led to the Lord by missionaries there when he was 15 years old.

He is going to Honduras in October for one week and there are openings for nurses and general helpers. I met him for lunch along with a respiratory therapist, Judy, and we also signed up to participate. We are so excited to have this opportunity to share the gospel in another country while helping provide for the local people’s medical needs. I’m brushing up on my Spanish I learned before I went to Chile, and ordered 400 Spanish gospels of John to take with me and give to the clinic patients.

Honduras – October 23, 1988

I just arrived in Honduras after changing planes in Miami, but my suitcase didn’t make the transfer, so all I have is my carry on bag. I put in an extra pair of underwear and an extra blouse, my Bible, blood pressure cuff, stethoscope, a few snacks, and little else. Dr. Paul, our medical director, led our group in devotions this morning before we boarded the old school bus to travel over muddy dirt roads 70 miles through the mountains to the villages where we will hold free clinics. We all sang joyfully, “This is the day that the Lord has made!” He then read,

“Jesus came and spoke unto them,…..Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the age.” Matthew 28:20

He encouraged us to remember Jesus was with us, be flexible, and smile! He then led us in prayer, and we committed the day to the Lord.

We bumped along about 5 miles per hour and enjoyed getting acquainted with one another. I never appreciated the smooth paved roads we have in the USA so much as I did today! At the top of the mountain, our bus started leaning and became stuck in about 12 inches of mud. Everybody got out to help push. We managed to push it out, but the mud was like quicksand and sucked my only pair of shoes (loafers-big mistake) right off my feet! I dove down in the mud and pulled them out. I climbed back on the bus in my stocking feet totally covered in mud.

Honduras bus stuck in the mud! Everyone helped push it out, and I lost my only shoes. 1988We arrived at a boarding school where  I took a cold shower and we slept in bunk beds. It’s about 50 degrees tonight. Someone loaned me a pair of scrubs and clean socks. One of the dentists gave me a toothbrush, and a nurse gave me a pair of ear plugs. She kindly brought a whole bag for us newbies. I found out the countryside is noisy because the dogs bark until 2 a.m. and roosters start crowing at 5 a.m!

I traveled the next day in a small pickup truck with Maurice, who hauled the team’s luggage to the clinic site. We did lots of pantomime since I only know a few words of Spanish and he knows no English. Smiles go a long ways! We stopped half way to visit his friends for a few minutes and they kindly gave us a cup of very strong coffee. I was happy to be able to give them a Spanish gospel of John to read. They thanked me profusely with broad smiles.

Maurice transported the team's luggage and me to the clinic site.

Maurice transported the team’s luggage and me to the clinic site.

Maurice's friends gave us coffee during our break.

Maurice’s friends gave us coffee during our break.

I marveled at the beautiful mountains, a pretty little girl walking alone down the road, and the ox cart loaded with wood.ox cart

Mountains

pretty girlOnly one doctor, another nurse, and I arrived at the clinic. We did not know where the rest of the team was that were standing up in the huge cattle truck bumping along. There was no telephone in the village, so we prayed for safety for them and began the clinic. Lynn, the other nurse, went to set up the pharmacy in a building down the street from us. I began checking blood pressures and triaging the throngs of patient waiting for us at the village school. I shared John 3:16 in Spanish with each patient, and then they went to the waiting area in the courtyard to listen to the village pastor share the gospel until the assistant called them to see Dr. Ed in one of the classrooms. The dental staff set up their clinic down below us.

For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16

Reflection

So began my week in Honduras in the remote mountain village which took one day of air travel and two days of bumpy road travel to reach. When my luggage was lost, it made me realize how little I really needed to survive. The kindness of the team members in giving me some of their clothes to wear was a blessing to me. The spirit of camaraderie while giving the patients the gospel and some basic medical care was  heartwarming.

My interpreter told me some of the Hondurans walked 8 hours to reach the clinic, and had never seen a doctor or pill in their life. The pharmacy staff carefully instructed each patient not to trade their pills on the street for one that was a prettier color!

Next post, I will share more about the clinic days and the patients we saw.

Life Changing Letter

Saturday, January 16, 1971

I gazed out the window of our small stone home in the country and saw the mailman drive away. “I’ll get the mail, Mom!” I hurriedly put on my winter coat, hat, and mittens to brave the bitter cold. I ran down the gravel driveway, scooped the letters from the mailbox, and skimmed through them as I raced back to our warm home.

I was thrilled to see a letter addressed to me from my older sister!  Marsha was a freshman at the state university three hours away, so I didn’t see her often. When she came home for a visit in October, she seemed so happy, said her headaches were gone, and she broke up with her boyfriend because he wasn’t a Christian. She eagerly told me that her roommate told her how to become a Christian, and she started going to Bible classes on campus.

When she came home for Thanksgiving, she asked that we give her money for Christmas instead of presents so she could attend a missionary conference. As a sophomore in high school, I would never give up all my Christmas presents to attend some old dumb missionary conference!

Since she returned to school in January, I can’t stop thinking about how happy she is now. So I wrote her last week and asked her to tell me more about God.  I eagerly took her letter to my desk in my bedroom, closed the door, and began to read.

Dear Pam,

I would love to share with you more about God and His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ! Even though we went to church every Sunday and heard about Jesus Christ, the pastor never told us that each of us needs to personally receive Him as Savior.  I am so glad my college roommate shared the good news about Christ with me our first night at college.  I went to a Bible study with her, and  I received Him as my Savior shortly afterwards. I am so thankful that I have a personal relationship now with Him for all eternity and my sins are all forgiven!

As it says in John 3:16, “For God so loved the world (Pam) that He gave His only begotten (unique) Son, that whosoever (Pam) believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.”  This is the most important decision of your life because it decides whether you will spend eternity with God or perish forever without Him.  He loves you so much, Pam, that He died for you on the cross to bear the punishment for your sins.  After three days He rose again and lives in heaven today.

I asked the campus group at noon prayer meeting today to pray for you to receive Him as your personal Savior.

Love in Christ,  Marsha

I don’t think anyone has ever prayed for me before. I am so amazed that God loves me so much that He died for ME so I can be saved and be with Him for all eternity.  He knows all about how shy and insecure I am, and that I am so fearful of death ever since my cousin was killed in the Vietnam war.

As my tears flowed, I bowed my head and prayed,

Dear God, I come to You as I am– a sinner.  Thank You, Lord Jesus, for dying on the cross in my place for my sins and that You rose again from the grave.  I receive You now as my Savior.  Thank You that You love me so much! Amen.

When I opened my eyes, my heart was flooded with the peace and the joy of God, and my fear of death was gone!

Reflection – August, 2015

Tribute to Marsha Swinehart, RN

My dear sister, Marsha Swinehart, RN went to be with our wonderful Savior, Jesus Christ, on August 12, 2015 after a year long battle with ovarian cancer. I thank God that I could be with her on the hospice unit during the last few days of her life here on earth. She not only only taught me how to live in Christ, but how to die in Christ. Her life verse was Philippians 1:21, “For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”

Pam graduated from high school and her sister, Marsha, RN graduated from nursing school the same day and time!

Pam graduated from high school and her sister, Marsha, RN graduated from nursing school the same day.

She left a rich legacy of numerous spiritual children from her 25 years as a Bible Club teacher, 30 years as a public health nurse, and the last 10 years of her career teaching public health nursing at two different universities. Early in her career, she was a missionary nurse in the jungles of Suriname, South America. As a college nursing professor, she led student nurses in short term mission trips to New York City, Swaziland, and Dominican Republic.

She had us sing the beautiful hymn “Face to Face” at her memorial service.

What rejoicing in His presence, when are banished grief and pain,

When the crooked ways are straightened and the dark things shall be plain.

Face to face- O blissful moment! Face to face to see and know;

Face to face with my Redeemer, Jesus Christ who loves me so.

Some of Marsha’s favorite verses were Revelation 21:3-4 – And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.

I thank God that Marsha is no longer suffering, and that she is so happy now praising and serving our dear Savior in heaven for all eternity. We shall be reunited in God’s perfect timing, perhaps very soon. Thank you for praying for her husband, Keith; my brother, David; and me during our time of sorrow. God is our great comforter. II Corinthians 1:3-4