Two weeks ago Connie wrote about a hospice patient of hers asking her, “How will I die?” The following is a sequel to that story. -Ava
Why did I write this story? Because I wanted to share the remembrance in which I captured the real-life experiences of the supernatural. God’s fingerprints. We can all experience, if we look, listen, watch and smell, and most of all, have heart.
I chose to be a nurse to make a difference! I knew nothing about the supernatural in the beginning, but looking back, oh what I had missed! I had to gradually learn the very basics. I was very focused on the medical end and I was scared. I missed out for a long time the peek of sense through the rustle of the angel wings…
I recently shared from my blog https://herbrokenwing.com/2018/03/06/how-will-i-die/ the post “How will I die?”
This is the rest of the story.
Interestingly, as I shared with my family the account of the man that asked me how he would die, my 12-year-old son asked if we were going to baptize him. Well, duh! Why didn’t I think of that? My patient agreed that he wanted to be baptized. He asked if it was time and I held his hand and nodded yes. (I had told him I’d always be honest with him on his journey.) So that week our Chaplain planned to baptize him. I’m not sure who was more excited, my patient or me.
A few days later, very early, I received a call from my patient’s mom (I knew this wasn’t good.) She said, ”He is bad.” Do you know how long it takes a nurse to dress In these situations? I told her I’d be right there. I took my ceramic container to baptize him if I needed to.
On my way, by chance, I called my chaplain. I asked him if he was ‘up and out’ because it was so early. He said, ”Yes.” Tears of joy. I told him where I was. He said he was only 2 blocks away.
As my voice rose, I begged him, “Can you please baptize a patient of mine that is passing?"
My chaplain showed up in 5 minutes and I briefly filled him in. Before the chaplain started, I talked to my patient who was very incoherent. I said, “The chaplain is here. We are going to baptize you. Your mom is here. It’s time.” I held his hand and he lightly squeezed mine in return: tears running down my cheeks.
So our chaplain baptized him. The chaplain stayed a minute then I told him, “We are good. I’ll stay."
His mom was in a wheelchair so I pushed her closer. (She was always making cookies and he’d say, “Don’t eat them.” We would laugh). But now I told her it was time. Say what you need to say. I was sitting behind him with his head in my lap. He was very fatigued. His breathing changed so I told her it’s time. She started crying but I said, “Keep on talking.”
“I will see you soon. Go see your dad.” She took hold of his right hand.
Ten minutes after he was baptized, he reached up towards the Heavens and partially sat up (which he had not been able to do). Then he laid back down in my lap. He had made his way home. His mom was such a proper, precious lady. She smiled; she knew where he was.
How will I die? My sweet one, you won’t—you have eternal life now!
As an addict, I used to think I will surely die and could not be forgiven but I was…am. I am His child. I have eternal life just like my patient.
Living the supernatural,
Connie
