My Granny

As promised, I went to pay a visit to my grandma at the nursing home this morning.
By the time my mom & I was there, the nurses over there were doing some simple exercises with them. When the helpers over there saw us, they immediately help us to push my grandma out to the TV room. We brought her breakfast. Watching her as she eats, I do feel abit delighted knowing that she is healthy.

Yet another part of me felt really sad, she is getting thinner by the day. She used to be healthy, plumb, & really joyful and now her expression seems like one who is waiting to die. I know this sounds bad, but if you look around the nursing home, every old folks had similiar expression.

It's so heart wrenching, do you know that !!! I can totally relate to how they feel. Imagine you yourself most of the time bedridden, every where you go you need to be assisted in a wheel-chair, even going to toilet you need assistant. How would you feel? I wouldn't dare to think about it. The feeling that being dead is better than alive.
Father, please please please bring joy to those people in there.
I really do not know how this could be done?
But I trust that you can do it. I have faith, help me to believe.

Life is precious, it was God that gave life to you. Therefore you do not belong to yourself. You belong to God.
May I be crude to say that you don't even have the rights to end your own life.
Even though you are not a christian, so what?
Your life belongs to your parents. If you want to die better ask your parents first for permission.

While grandma was having breakfast, silently i said a little prayer for her. Yet in my heart it was a desperate cry to God; "Father, help my grandma !!! Keep her strong & healthy, grant her long life. Help her to see Jesus."
"Father, I want to see her in heaven !!!
I WANT TO SEE HER IN HEAVEN !!!"
A simple prayer, yet it was in desperation.
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Psalms 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God.
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After breakfast, mom & I push grandma back to her bed. The nurse help us to shift her back from the wheel chair to her bed. While she was on bed I held her hands, look into her eyes I felt sad. I don't really know how to communicate with her, she is a little deaf. I was silent all the while during the visit.
As I held her hands, her hands are shivering. Last time don't know why when I was younger I was afraid to hold her hands. Yet now I know if I don't hold her hands, I may no longer have the chance.

Father, help my grandma to see Jesus. In your own ways tell her that Jesus loves her.
Father, I believe Jesus also died for her also.