Lately I have seemed to spend more time than normal visiting folks in hospice. I love hospice, especially when it is at home or in their residence.
It is loving, honoring, and amazing work. I met one aide today whose every move was natural and meaningful. The look in her eyes, her posture, the way kept the person’s feet covered as she massaged them.
The days, weeks and sometimes months pass. The loved ones gather around. Friends visit. The person changes. Energy drains. Appetite fades away. Until the final moments when everyone around him or her are listening to the….
breathing. In and out.
God formed us from the clay and gave us breath.
God filled us with life. Brought us to life with his own life.
God brings us back into the heavenly arms when that life, that breath, that spirit finally floats away.
To be blessed to enter into those last days. To be blessed to have time to say goodbye. To be blessed to be a stranger at a time of birth, birth into Heaven.
An amazing calling.
God, thank you for those among us who can help others usher in their new life in your arms.