For she knew that if her earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, she would have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this she groaned , earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with her house which is from heaven: If so be that being clothed she would not be found naked.
In the Other Room.
However, her present room was now filled with so many familiar voices ....faces somewhat familiar would float in and out of her field of vision. She tried so hard to focus on the clock on the wall but it seemed an impossible venture. The hands of this naughty clock would either continue a strange whirling dance or disappear into a blur, while alluding any fixed position. From one of the booming voices in the the room there was an anouncement of what day it was; "like this bit of information held some special significance" .... She would close her eyes and rest awhile...hoping to dream ...of the Other Room. Her rest would be deep, but soon interrupted by the smells, the sounds, the touches, hair stroking, forehead kisses, hand pats, hand rubs, vocal assurances, gentle tear wipes, and soft hugs. These expressions of a caring life were a constant barrage in her present room . In her waking moments there was always a flux of this barrage caused by welcome and unwelcome visitors, whose relentless questioning (without a stable resource for answers), made sleep a welcome retreat in which to escape. Too many challenges to remember "then" when she wasn't quite sure what was "now".
Right there with her at all times was her constant friend called "Pain", and believe me , she knew this friend intimately. On-lookers could sense her pain while visiting, and not that she wanted them to sense it, but this made many of her visitors face their own mortality. She was very aware of this pain and definitiely had not requested nor requisitioned special supplies to ward off Pain's attacks. This friend was was pressing in on every vital organ in her body. As she was growing more feeble day by day, this friend was growing stronger and more in control of her situation. It was unfamiliar to hear her whining and she rarely complained unless this friend was pressing her mercilessly. This friend would continue to help her focus on things that last forever ... where the clutter of life would be gone and the simplicity of loves overwelming care would be known... soon ... in the Other Room.
She had little fear of this friend named "Pain" for she knew this friend would be her ticket to ...the Other Room. As she began to fail, the reality of the impossible began to flow from the comfort of the Other Room into her life.
Some of her last brief expressions: "Impossible!" --- "Love people!" --- " I want to follow Him." --- "Do you get it now?" --- "I'm dying!" --- "I love you!"
Here is one of the descriptions of this room that she loved to hear in song form ...look at the words and imagine, fill in the blanks ...these are normal things that we face here but will not be present in the Other Room.
Revelation 21:4 - And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; (from their eyes) .....................
A Drastic change of tear wipers and there shall be no more death, ...............SEPERATION no more
neither sorrow, .............................................................................................MOURNING no more
neither sorrow, .............................................................................................MOURNING no more
nor crying, .......................................CLAMOUROUS CRYING WITHOUT ANSWERS no more
neither shall there be any more pain:
neither shall there be any more pain:
..............................GREAT TROUBLE, INTENSE DESIRE, INSCRUTIABLE PAIN never again
for the former things are passed away ...the First things, familiar things ...are evanescent (fading away like a morning mist), gone. Forever.
This OTHER ROOM is nothing like here and now ... praise the One who has prepared this room for ..........Her and those who love Him too.
Theresa Redding/Lambe walked quietly into the Other Room on Tuesday, October 12th around 5:00 PM our time, to find "All things new in Jesus".
Jesus said : Let not your hearts be troubled you believe in God believe also in Me. For in My Fathers house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. And I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am .. you may be... also.
John 14:1,2,3
HLFA,
Jeff
There will be a memorial service for Mom on Sunday November 14th at 3:00 PM at the Brethren Fellowship, Lincoln Way East, Chambersburg, PA 17201
for the former things are passed away ...the First things, familiar things ...are evanescent (fading away like a morning mist), gone. Forever.
This OTHER ROOM is nothing like here and now ... praise the One who has prepared this room for ..........Her and those who love Him too.
Theresa Redding/Lambe walked quietly into the Other Room on Tuesday, October 12th around 5:00 PM our time, to find "All things new in Jesus".
Jesus said : Let not your hearts be troubled you believe in God believe also in Me. For in My Fathers house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. And I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am .. you may be... also.
John 14:1,2,3
HLFA,
Jeff
There will be a memorial service for Mom on Sunday November 14th at 3:00 PM at the Brethren Fellowship, Lincoln Way East, Chambersburg, PA 17201