
Have been lurking for a couple of days due to the fact that when we got back from WI, I had a humdinger of a cold. I'm just as miserable six days later as I was at the beginning. I've never had such a bad sore throat for so long.
When we got to WI (burial of MIL's ashes), one of my SILs told me that MIL came to the Lord before she died. Halleluiah!!! All these years she and I have tried to talk to her regarding her soul; she just kept brushing us off. The day she died she had become restless and the nurse asked her if she wanted Lasix (for all the water in her). She said no because she deserved to die like that. When asked why, she said because she was a sinner. A little later she became even more agitated and cried out, "I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner". My SIL hurried to her side and told her how she could fix that and brought the salvation message to her for the last time. She settled way down after she heard about Jesus and a few hours later she died in peace. It made my heart leap for joy!!! I'll be seeing her again; this was not a "goodbye" but an "I'll see ya later".
Gotta go for now. I'm in a coughing spree and spraying the poor screen.