Wednesday evening, Barbara's sister Shirley went to be with her Jesus,
and woke up in Glory.
"But as for me, I will behold Your face in righteousness,
I will be satisfied with Your likeness when I awake."
"On either hand we behold a birth, of which, as of the moon, we see but half. To the region where he goes, the man enters newly born. We forget that it is a birth and call it death. The body he leaves behind is but the placenta by which he drew his nourishment from his mother Earth. And as the childbed is watched on earth with anxious expectancy, so the couch of the dying, as we call it, may be surrounded by the birth-watchers of the other world, waiting like anxious servants to open the door to which this world is but the windblown porch."
And the Lord God will wipe tears away from all faces..."
Shirley died peacefully holding her husband's hand. The family had surrounded her during the day, singing to her and ministering to her spirit, even though she wasn't able to respond. Thanks so much for your prayers for Shirley and for her family over the course of the past few weeks.