"To console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness" (Isaiah 61:3).
Nana was special! Her five-year-old great-granddaughter adored her. Nana always had a smile and a kind word for each of her offspring. Every birthday a card and a couple of dollars always came early. But now Nana lay on her hospital bed, scarcely able to smile or speak.
"I feel sorry for Nana," the tender-hearted child said.
After three weeks of trustful suffering, Nana silently slipped into the presence of the Lord Jesus whom she dearly loved.
In her Bible was this poem:
There is no night without a dawning,
No winter without a spring,
And beyond death’s dark horizon
Our hearts once more will sing;
For those who leave us for awhile
Have only gone away,
Out of a restless, careworn world
Into a brighter day.
No need to feel sorry for Nana now. She is happier than ever. The five-year-old, with tearful eyes whispered, "Nana showed us how to die."
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