Posted: Friday, August 17, 2012 10:39:45 PM
Three years ago, my grandmother on my father’s side died. Each week my grandma went to the store to do her grocery shopping. We called, as always, to check up on her, but this time she did not respond. We didn’t worry; figuring she was already at the store with her friend. Later that evening, the brother from church, her friend, came to our house to tell us she had never opened the door for him. My dad and I immediately went to her house to find her semi-conscious on the recliner. She had suffered a major stroke. Adrenaline kicked in and we tried to help her meanwhile the ambulance arrived. A few hours later, she was transferred to a bigger hospital in another city.
The time came that we had to go back inside her house to take care of some things. Up until now, we had shown minimal emotion, trying to act the bravest for my little sister. We sat dully in the car in front of her house trying to make sense of things. In our hearts, we knew she wasn’t going to make it, yet no one said it. The radio was set to the local Christian radio station. The song “I Will Rise” by Chris Tomlin started playing. We sat in the car with the windows down, silently, listening to the lyrics. It started with assuring words, letting us know that everything was going to be okay. It reminded me of my faith. Jesus overcame death and he paid the price of sin so I wouldn’t have too. Tears started flowing because I realized that although I would miss her, she would be in a better place. The Lord communicated, through the song, that everything would be all right. She was in His hands. The singer continued, “There's a day that's drawing near, when this darkness breaks to light, and the shadows disappear, and my faith shall be my eyes.”
That’s when it hit me; my grandma was saved. She’s saved! The Lord knew what we were going through at the moment and talked to us through this song.
It goes on to say, “And I will rise when he calls my name. No more sorrow, no more pain. I will rise, on eagle’s wings, before my God fall on my knees, and Rise. I will rise.” I smiled; something almost unimaginable when going through hard times as these.
All of the sudden, a great breeze swept through the car, shaking the leaves of the trees above head. The leaves chimed so musically; they seemed to be singing along with the song. It’s an incredible moment I will never forget. I later played the song for her in the hospital room. Her eyes glowed, and though she couldn’t speak, she knew. This song brought peace and joy to my family.
She rose a month later on May 5th, peacefully, in her sleep.