This is Jordan, Janet's daughter, giving a brief update.
Not a lot has changed since Jenna last posted. My mom has been in hospice since last Thursday. Since being here, her body has slowly declined. Overall she has been very peaceful and in no pain. She is to the point now where she is mostly sleeping, and not eating or drinking anymore. Her body is showing signs that the end (or beginning for her), indeed, is near.
God has given us all such peace through this time, and we are so thankful for the sweet moments we were able to have together leading up to what is soon to come. It's been strange, though, all this taking place leading up to Christmas. It's caused me to pause and reflect on what Christmas really means. Because quite frankly, it just hasn't "felt like Christmas" at all - which led me to start a blog of my own where my first post is about this very topic - what makes Christmas feel like Christmas. You can check it out here.
My mom has built an incredible legacy with her life. A legacy that, I pray, will not end with her passing from this life to the next. I pray that my family and I can continue what she started, and ultimately, what Christ started in her.
Our hearts ache beyond what words can express. I have no idea what the days ahead of us hold. We are losing a precious gift - Mom, G-ma, Lucy (Tony's sweet nickname to her), a daughter, a sister, a friend... But I thank God for the hope we have in Him. That this is not the end! We do not set our hope on what is seen, but on what is unseen. On the day when we will all be united with Christ as His bride. I thank God for this hope! I thank God for Jesus, and that even in the midst of such sorrow, we can rejoice in hope.
(And Happy 51st Birthday, Mom! She said to us two weeks ago how wonderful it would be for her to get to see Jesus face-to-face on her birthday. She just might get that birthday wish. And what a wonderful gift she will be in heaven!)
"This is the day that The Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it."
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