A Satisfied Life

A quote hanging on Maggie’s board

A Satisfied Life Loved Well

This past Monday night (Aug. 6)  I awoke at 12:30 and found myself unable to return to sleep. I went to Maggie’s room – a place I find myself drawn to – not shying from – in order to feel closer to her. I looked around at the remains of her earthly life – her “favorite things”. My eyes led my heart to the pin board behind her desk where I found the quote pictured to the left.  How satisfying to turn from our limitations to a God who has none. I’m not sure I had noticed it before on any of countless trips to her room through the past few years. What a perfect summation of a satisfied life lived well through the challenges she faced. We never talked about death. Not once. It must have been on her mind at some point. Many points, I imagine. She chose to keep those thoughts to herself.

A Satisfied Life Lived Well

Maggie didn’t particularly handle negative news well. Like her response to thunder announcing an impending storm, she chose to duck under covers or find a distraction to avoid the menace of mortality hanging over her days. She was the most avid reader of her updates, so my words were carefully chosen to convey the truth without disturbing the hope she was holding. She heard the reports when delivered by her compassionate but honest doctors. She simply didn’t dwell too long in the valley of that reality. What a gift! She understood better than I prognosis (literally “foreknowledge”) was better left in the Hands of a limitless God. After all, who knows the outcome except our Omniscient Lord?

But Phil and I knew, at times, where things stood or, as it turned out, thought we knew. She defied the odds of survival charts and even survived a close brush with death. Chemo started working again twice to extend her life after we started making those hope-crushing lists called “final arrangements”. So we filed the lists under “oh ye of little faith”, loaded the car again and again, and kept fighting.

We were still planning a trip to Houston – to MD Anderson – for the first week in August as of July 23rd when we made the decision to delay the 4th round of chemo. Her body was tired. Her counts were not bouncing back. Her energy was ebbing. Maybe a few more days would see the next rally. Even when we canceled the Houston trip, we planned to check in at the Batson clinic to see if some medication, some supplement, anything, might help her keep going.

We never made it to the clinic on that Monday (July 30th). We saw her losing ground fast and knew it was time for hospice. Her primary care physician made the call and hospice angels descended into our storm of uncertainty and brought order within two hours. We started our round-the-clock vigil at her bedside with prayers for mercy and a short duration. She was restless – breathing became a moment by moment struggle even with oxygen. Her pain seemed mostly controlled. She held onto consciousness – in varying degrees – until Monday – when she quit responding.

A Satisfied Life Left Well

With Tuesday morning came the signposts of approaching death. It was sacred and heart-rending at the same time, part heaven, part earth at once. I stroked her hair and held her hand – half wanting to check the progress of receding life, half afraid to feel her life slipping from my touch. While my eyes beheld the end, my spirit sensed the new beginning. I had openly voiced my desire for a “parting of the curtain” moment – last words indicating her awareness of transition or a sensational glimpse of the eternal. You’ve heard the stories. What I received was an overwhelming peace from a faithful God who had prepared my heart to let go and the absolute assurance that as she took her last breath, she took her first step into His arms. I know beyond doubt if I had begged Him to leave her with me, in my effort to cling to an earthly tent, I would have missed the glory of a heavenly tabernacle opening to receive her into her satisfaction and His limitless love.

For more on Maggie’s faith read I Hope

For further reading on a life that satisfies God, check out Four Keys to Satisfying Your Starving Soul