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In early 2004 I sat by my Mother’s bedside and wondered “how much time” she had. I wrote this about a year after that for other friends who were also wondering “how much time” a loved one had.

I share it today for still others who sit by bedsides.


How Much Time

            It’s a football game, perhaps it’s the Super Bowl or maybe even the Playoffs – it’s the 4th quarter, and the players are tired. Their legs are aching and their lungs are burning, but they give everything they’ve got – and then some. They hold nothing back because they know exactly how much time is left. They know that in x number of minutes or seconds – win or lose – it will be over. And then they can rest.

“Life” is not like that. There is no time clock, we don’t know “exactly” anything, and so sometimes we seek a little respite; a little reserve.

When my Mother died I was there, but if I had known that that night was to be her last, I would have set beside her bed and held her hand all night, but I didn’t, and so I tried to get a little sleep, because I didn’t know how many more days and nights it would be. I knew it would be soon, but not exactly how soon. There was no time clock.

I don’t feel guilty; I don’t regret it, really, because I know that’s how it is. And I would have to do that again if a similar situation arose.

But because of that, I pray for strength for those who sit by bedsides, for those who try to grab a few moments of rest during the trial, because for them, there is no time clock either and they just don’t know how much more will be needed.

“God grant them grace, peace and strength.”


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The Spirit’s Homecoming

Just as one’s sunset

is another’s sunrise,

And one’s dusk

is another’s dawn,

So is the body’s death

the soul’s awakening.

And the physical’s demise

is the spirit’s homecoming.


At that time

infirmities are healed

sorrows are comforted

and God is glorified.


Blessed be the Name of the Lord my God

Who heals our infirmities,

Soothes our sorrows,

And holds us in the Palm of His Hand.

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