The Dash Between the Dates

Elsa is 93 years old and she has only one prayer. "Lord take me home." And she has only one unanswered question that matters to her and that is, "Lord why don't you take me home?" Somehow we are not familiar with, nor are we comfortable in agreeing to that kind of prayer. I'm not sure that we would feel the same way if a person died while praying for them as when, from death's door, they suddenly spring back to life. From visiting Elsa in a home for elderly women we went to the hospital's maternity ward.



So it was with a different sense of purpose for our prayer. The day before we had visited Tatiyanna, who at that time was very distraught because one of her twin girls, born on Friday was not breathing on her own, and required a specialist to fly in from Vancouver. We prayed that life would be sustained and fully developed. On our second visit yesterday we received better news. Little Isabella was improving. Hopefully it will be a prayer that will be answered. I wondered, "what is in store for Isabella should she live to the age of 93?" Someone else will record that chapter. Consider Psalm 103:15-18