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Finding Christ in a terminal health battle a daughter's Christian testimony for her mother

This post features a testimony of a daughter about her mother finding Jesus before she died. It discusses how her Christian faith helped her to come to terms with a terminal diagnosis for various health issues and her organs failed. Being a Christian helped her mother in her dying moments before her death to come to peace. 

Emma's story- 

For so long mum feared dying, feared dying in hospital. However, today as she took her final breaths she was at peace.

Becoming a Christian mum found a hope, and as her faith grew her fear of dying became less. She knows that in heaven we will meet again and as much as it breaks us to say goodbye we know mum is at peace.

Saturday mum woke and we worshipped with our church via zoom as we layed besides her. It was the last night that we really saw mum. She laughed throughout as she remembered old memories, it was as if she was watching her life play before her, the occasional giggle and comment about a time she was remembering.

This is when I knew mum was at peace. She was no longer afraid of dying, knowing she was going to heaven. She wasn’t scared of dying in hospital as it was clear the staff had become more like extended family. The care they’ve shown means so much! They ensured her dignity was kept, including the glitzy earrings she still has on now. They ensured she was comfortable.

I know mum was ready, I know she’s at peace, but I don’t think me or Amy could ever be ready!

Something told me it would be today. Doctors gave her 24-48 hours and in true mum style she proved them wrong and surpassed that!

Tonight as we layed hugging mum in bed, worship music playing mum took her final breaths around 18.45. Our hearts our broken, but I know that mums physically broken heart will now be healed as she is heaven free of pain.

Something told me it would be today

Words don’t justify the love I have for mum. The pride I feel. The pain I feel.

I’m so grateful we were able to be there in the last days. I’m grateful that she died in a place she felt physically and emotionally safe.

She was far too young, but she was tired and God knew she was ready.

Forever loved

Emma