Good Times

It's not an easy time. Then again, it's not so hard either.
My gramma is coming home so she can go home. Hospice will now take over where doctors and hospitals end their care. I think it won't be long. I'm good with that. It's very good, in fact.
She looks to me very comfortable. She looks peaceful and I see no fear. I sort of think of it as most of her is already in heaven, that is where she is when her eyes are closed and when she doesn't know us. I think that is very good too. I imagine she is seeing Jesus and talking to him. She knows exactly who he is. Why would she want to talk to us?
I will admit something to you. I have been trying to be organized and helpful and wise and I think I need to rest a little bit tonight. I was on my way to an appointment after work and I found myself crying on the Lodge Freeway, that's not a good thing. My mom has gotten everything ready for my gramma. Now I feel that I can put on my pajamas and cry a bit. Not because I'm sad, because it's time for that too.
Actually, I am crying because it's all so good. Being loved and cared for is good. You see, you love and care for your children and grandchildren and then they do the same for you. Having a home to rest in until you rest in your heavenly mansion is good, and having family who will stand by when you don't know they are there is good. Planning the end of your gramma's life in a country where there is care and comfort and help is good.
Knowing your gramma knows Jesus is good. Not being afraid of her death, or your own, is good.
Crying happy tears in sad times is good.
God's favor is so good.

Psalm 102:13 You will arise and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show favor to her;
the appointed time has come.