One August my mother's chemotherapy failed to control her ovarian cancer, and we knew we were looking at the beginning of the end of her life on earth. She had stayed with us off and on during that year, but now she would be in our care continually.
Mother had seen me talking privately with her doctor that day in August, and when we left his office, she asked in a straightforward manner, "What did the doctor say? Don't keep anything back from me."
I didn't know how to break the news gently, so I simply stated, "He said you only have weeks to live."
I needn't have worried. Mother was ready for the news. She began to rejoice. "Oh, I'll soon get to see Jesus! I'll get to see my other loved ones!"
If you or someone in your family has received a huge promotion, then maybe you can understand the jubilant feeling we had when anticipating her soon-arrival in heaven. The sense of celebration was unmistakable. We rode down Rainbow Boulevard (the actual name of the street) crying for joy.
Her race was almost finished, and victory was in sight!
On January 5, 1992, she saw Jesus face to face!
Jesus, I praise You for the glorious hope we have as we anticipate leaving all the sorrows and pain behind and seeing You, the King of glory!
"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him" (1 Corinthians 2:9).