Every breath counts

Although death is an everyday part of life, unless you work in hospice care, most of us do not get to see what is called "active death".

The past few weeks we have been watching the rapid decline of my mother-in-law, Julia, who was diagnosed just three short weeks ago with pancreatic cancer.

Today, the hospice nurse told us that she is now actively dying. So we continue to sit and wait. Her breath is very erratic, even as I write.

Breath of life now has new meaning.

As the daughter of a Presbyterian minister, I grew up with traditional hymns. Although I now attend a non-denominational church and prefer contemporary worship, I remember the old Hymn Breathe on me Breath of God, Fill me with life anew.

I pray for her tonight that she would be filled with new life.

Now, one of my favorites is John Waller's Breathe on Me. Listen and be renewed and refreshed.

http://youtu.be/HVgaWJtg7w4

Hover over me
fill me spirit, breathe on me

I want to walk in signs and wonders
I want to speak with tongues of angels

Breathe on me
sprit I receive
empower me to be your witness
rest on me and Jesus let me see
even greater things than these
when you breathe

Let me bind up the broken hearted
I want the world to see your power

I believe, I receive everything you have for me

The Ultimate Journey

Psalm 139 says that every day of our lives has been ordered from the foundation of the earth.

On Saturday the 8th of June, we learned that my mother-in-law was nearing the end of her life's journey, having been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

Now, as I sit by her bedside I'm left wondering what I should say, what I should ask or whether I should just be quiet.

God's Word wisely tells us to be still and know that He is God.

That works for me.