Last year as my mom was dying, I was amazed at how very small the world became for her. There were no more trips for her to the nail salon or flea market, no need for the part-time job or her library card, no interest in the subdivision gossip. There was touch. Presence. Prayer. Only a couple of nurses, my sister and I, and brief visits from 2 of her good friends. And in the end, like a telescope tightening its focus to a single point, death shut out the sound and light and temporary-ness of this world entirely.
I discovered the nature of true abundance in that bedroom as my mom was dying. A conversation with a friend. The sight of my children’s faces. My husband’s laughter. My grandsons. And a single moment, maybe driving on the highway, where eternity breaks in. It’s thatclose.
Jesus is thatclose.