Acts 8:4 But the believers who were scattered preached the Good News about Jesus wherever they went. NLT
*PERSECUTION FORCED THE BELIEVERS OUT OF THEIR HOMES IN JERUSALEM, AND ALONG WITH THEM WENT THE “GOOD NEWS”.
Acts 8:4 NASB Therefore, those who had been scattered went about preaching the word.
I can’t remember how long it was before my mother-in-law’s death that we had been contacted by the hospital. My husband and I were absolutely stunned to hear of the condition his mother was in. We had been trying to contact her off and on with strange responses from her. We knew she didn’t sound like “herself” but she never let us know she was that ill. After her death, at first, we thought we would have her lawyer , who was a friend to her. And these people who had helped her, take care of the house and her belongings for us. We felt my husband couldn’t handle a trip to Oklahoma from Northern California.
But it was that “push” I got, strangely familiar, to just pick up and move us down here. The writing on the wall was there already for sometime- we were increasingly uncomfortable in our apartment. Also my job wasn’t as much fun as it had been. The lawyer told us there was plenty of money for the move, so two weeks later we were on the road. Our parakeet, Bonnie Blue, strapped into the back seat.
It’s amazing how God supplies you with the energy needed. I could never have done all that needed to be done without Gods hand in each matter. It wasn’t just the physical that was so hard but the logistics of arranging my husbands medical needs and coordinating oxygen tank exchanges in cities across the west. At the time of our departure my husband had been kicked up to 4 litters constant flow, 24hr a day. That’s alot of tanks! My torn shoulder tendons can attest to that. We did take our time.
I learned so much from my husband on how to love. He was always so careful with his mothers feelings. She had been a very difficult person throughout his life, yet he always stood up for her and was always careful how he spoke to her. I had to back away and defer to him because I got in trouble too many times saying things she took the wrong way. He taught me to love her in spite of her idiosyncrasies, a lesson I wish I had learned many years earlier regarding my own mother who I had “tough loved” away.
My husband really enjoyed being back here. We would drive around and he would tell the stories of his upbringing. His father was a special man. My husband would remember him for all he did for him and with him. Especially baseball!
There was also a lot of heartbreak in my husband’s coming home. We just could not understand why his mother had lived the way she did the last two years of her life. As we uncovered her life it broke our hearts. My husband loved her even more at the time of his own death. We didn’t regret not being here for her, we just wished she had wanted us here.
My husband became more and more like his father at the time his death grew near. He was calmer, quieter, loving, and like his father his “nose was often in the Bible”. He knew he was about to fly away. He was ready.
Psalm 90:12 So teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom. NASB