Even in Your Sleep
by Karen King
“It is vain for you to rise up early, to retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.” Psalm 127:2
My sweet friend Beth’s mother went home to be with the Lord not long ago. A beloved mother of four daughters, missionary and Christ-follower, she was adored by all. This is the last letter she was ever lucid enough to dictate to Beth to share with those who loved her so. Soon after that, the Lord gently took her to be with Him. What a treasure this letter is, so I wrap up this “love-gift” so full of wisdom to share with you.
Beth prefaces the letter with these poignant words: “Mama continues to get weaker and is closer to seeing the Lord face to face. Each of us, in our own way, is releasing her to go. We have wept much but it is once again a mixture of where joy and sorrow meet.”
It appears that my days for expressing word and thoughts of any kind in a sensible way are coming to an end. Yesterday morning it took the girls two hours to persuade me that I was not in Georgia in a motel, but at Nan’s with each of them. It appears that someone got a hold of the wrong directions so I speak to you quickly while you are much on my heart. If I could tell you how directly the Lord has been answering prayers for me and my family you would just laugh, in pure holy amazement. He has answered most of them exactly as you or I have prayed.
He has taught me so many things about my beloved 127th Psalm during the past 3 months. I always thought walking with the Lord was just a daily doing of His will. He is teaching me in my last days that it is a walk not a run. I regret the many hours I should have been just sitting and basking in His presence. I think God has individual answers for our individual lives and situations in order to prepare us as the final eternity begins with Him. These last days He is teaching me to stop and hear my children pray. He is showing me how to see the genuine gifts of friendships and family ties. He is allowing me time to lie here on my bed in long times of confession for things I have not even wanted to think about. He has given me time to remember the intimate walks I have had with Him. I hope He is allowing time for a few more of these here in my earthly life. You have been such a part of what the doctors say are my last days of this earthly walk. I’m thankful that we do not know all that the Father knows, and we can go to sleep every night and wake up every morning knowing that he walks with us and talks with us and shows us we are his own.
My prayer for you is that God would give you gifts of joy and peace and true contentment.
I cannot close this letter with out praying for those of you who have never received his most precious gift, the gift of forgiveness of your sin and eternal salvation through faith and trust in Him.
Thank you with all my heart for walking with me and my girls through this particular valley of life.
If you knew Ann’s girls, you’d see the legacy she left behind. He gave to her even as she drifted in and out of consciousness and “in her sleep”. Today, she is with her glorious Christ! See you soon, dear Ann!