
I became an orphan in middle age while most of my friends still had two healthy, thriving parents. My mom lived thirteen years after my dad and when she died, I had a sense of being untethered and adrift despite having a husband and kids of my own. I felt too young to be assuming the position of the “older generation” responsible for maintaining family connections, history, and traditions.
Memories from the end of my mom’s life have resurfaced reading Jennifer Rothschild’s words, “Your age may be twenty seven, seventy seven, or somewhere in between…Regardless of how long you’ve lived, you do not know when you will exhale your last breath here. So why not live ready to die? Why not be a woman who blesses people and worships God every day you live? Why not live as a forgiver? Why not live fully committed, abandoned to Christ in light of Heaven’s promise?”1
My mom exemplified what Rothschild encourages here; she continued to bless others with her love and gratitude until she breathed her last. Never was there a trace of self-pity or bitterness. Peace, love, and warmth were the defining characteristics of her final months of life.
Sitting with my mom in that season created many opportunities to observe God’s blessings in the midst of her suffering with pancreatic cancer. Despite battling pain and discomfort, my mom continued to flash a smile and offer a word of thanks to every person who entered her room. Numerous caregivers commented about sensing a different spirit in her. Some recognized it was the Holy Spirit; all felt drawn in by the atmosphere He created.
As her strength failed, my mom didn’t have the energy for much conversation, so I was inspired to read aloud to her just as she’d done for me through much of my childhood. Our daily reading sessions included favorites like C.S. Lewis’ The Last Battle and Corrie Ten Boom’s The Hiding Place. During one of her last lucid days, I sat by her bedside reading Amazing Faith, the biography of Bill Bright, the dynamic Christian leader who founded an international disciple-making ministry. At one point, I looked up to find tears streaming down her face. Surprised and confused, I asked, “Mom, why are you crying?” With a tissue clenched in her fist, she gestured toward the book and said, “That story reminds me of God’s faithfulness. He’s just so good!” Within seconds, I was brushing away tears too. It struck me that in spite of her broken body and failing health, my mom recognized God’s faithfulness. She saw this not just in the book we were reading, but in her life as well.
When she went on hospice care, my mom asked me to write her favorite verse on the whiteboard in her room, “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:16-18, NIV) These verses had sustained her through the death of my dad and given her hope in the midst of deep grief and loneliness that persisted for the rest of her life.
I had the extraordinary privilege of sitting beside my mom as she breathed her last. As painful and emotional as it was, the veil between Heaven and Earth seemed thinner during that tender time. I had a surreal sense of feeling truly alive, knowing I was partaking in a sacred moment bathed in unspeakable joy and indescribable peace. My mom’s grave marker now has the Second Corinthians passage inscribed on it as a reminder that she trusted in what is eternal instead of clinging to what was temporary. It’s a testament of a woman who lived faithfully and died well.
Jennifer Rothschild admonishes, “My friend, don’t shy away from talking about death. Don’t avoid those who are dying because you feel awkward. Death feels shattering, emptying, and totally counterintuitive, but death is defeated…Death is the comma that transitions us from the prologue to the forever stories of our lives. Death allows you to step fully into your glorious unending finally trading faith for sight…earth is short, and Heaven is long. May we live well and die well all for the glory of God.”2
Praise God for this amazing truth made possible through the life, death, and resurrection of His son, Jesus! What a gift it is to know Heaven awaits all who humbly and gratefully accept His sacrifice on their behalf.
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- Jennifer Rothschild, Heaven: When Faith Becomes Sight, Lifeway 2025, 203.
- 2. ibid, 204












