Friday, July 14, 2006

Passing


Beverly White passed away this afternoon. At her bedside were her husband of 55 years, and her beloved sister, Andra, as well as the hospital chaplain.

She left her earthly body in peace, and knowing that she would meet her Lord in heaven. She had been in great pain and exhaustion, and has been released from her suffering.

We are all deeply saddened that she won't be with us here anymore, celebrating holidays and special occasions, and taking an avid interest in our lives. And we'll miss her amazing cooking! She was a lovely woman.

But we know that we will see and be with her again someday.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Discontinuing Hope for Health

Today, Beverly, my mother-in-law opted to discontinue the IV and all medications. She could rally, of course, but that's not likely. Her health has continuously faltered for the past few years, and she's not rebounding physically.

In the past few weeks, she's enjoyed the company of her loved ones. Ron flew up there last week, and spent time with her. When she glimpsed him, she almost leaped out bed wth joy, and held onto him tightly. They chatted for hours.

She met with an Episcopal priest on Friday, and he served communion to her and her husband of 55 years on Monday. They were deeply touched, and felt close to God.

So many of you have emailed me to say that she is in your prayers. Thank you.... thank you so very much.

Now would be a good time to keep her in your prayers.


UPDATE - Beverly White will be moving to a hospice in the next day or two. This is her clear choice, and she is at peace.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Rushing Back


As I write these words, my mother-in-law, Beverly, is being rushed from a convalescent facility back to a hospital emergency room. She was at the facility only two days.

It sounds like congestive heart failure, but I'm getting that info secondhand from Ron, who's following the ambulance in his father's car. His father is with his mother.

Ron says it's not her time... but truthfully, he has no idea. A small part of us might always deny it when it's our parents. He said they have the "do not resuscitate" papers in order.

Please say a prayer for her... for what, I'm not sure. For God's peace, I suppose.

Yes, for God's peace that surpasses all human understanding.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Celebrating America on Her 230th Birthday



Katharine Lee Bates wrote the original version of America the Beautiful in 1893. She wrote the 2nd version in 1904. Below is her final version, written in 1913.


America the Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self the country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
od shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!

O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America ! America !
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!

O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,for man's avail
Men lavished precious life !
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!