About Angels in Our Lives
Divine Intervention Story
A couple of years ago, my grandmother, Lois Dadisman, passed away. In many ways it was, as one would expect. We cried and hugged and shared many stories, which would then cause us to laugh and think of happier times. It was a time where we felt a great loss here on earth. But it was also one of the most powerful experiences of my life.
We were very close to our grandparents even though they lived in Ohio. We spent many summers with them and those times were some of the most cherished from my childhood. Grandma had a contagious laugh, was a fantastic cook and always called me Timmy. I always felt a sort of special connection to grandma, because I am Timothy and she was my Grandmother Lois.
On the day that she went to be with the Lord, we were all gathered at her bedside. Mom and Dad, my brother Jeffrey and his wife, Linda, myself and my wife Kiki, were keeping watch. Grandma had slipped into what seemed like a coma and had been unresponsive for several days. But, we did what we could to keep her comfortable. We also took turns reading her scriptures, one of Grandma's favorite things, and holding her hand.
Late in the afternoon we could tell that the Lord's divine timing was near. We gathered closer as we held each other and held on to Grandma. Her breaths were coming further and further apart now. I thought of the scriptures she had asked us to read to her in the hospital and repeated it in my mind. It was Philippians 1:21, "For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain." These words gave comfort and I knew that this was a fact in my Grandmother's heart.
I have lost several people in my life, but I had never been with one of them when it was their time to go. I was more that a little nervous. I am not sure what I expected, and then grandma opened her eyes, her beautiful smile lit the room once again and she reached out as if reaching to Jesus and breathed her last.
What a precious moment in our lives. We still share the story with one another to this day. I will never be the same, as my hope and faith were strengthened that day. When I think of my grandmother's last moments here on earth, I am reminded of the chorus of an old hymn:
"Turn your Eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace."
I praise God for grandmothers like Lois.
This divine intervention story Grandma Lois
Stories Part One
Stories Part Two
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