In my mother’s last days she was called upon to endure a new kind of suffering. Through a series of strokes, her final six years of life confined her, first of all, to her home, then to a nursing home. She was weak and helpless in body, but her mind was clear and she held onto that blessed hope she had clung to throughout her life. Becoming more and more available to God for whatever He set out for her to do during those six long years, she drew ever closer to Him, and carried on perhaps the most important work of her life–Prayer. She prayed for her children and grandchildren, for her church, her friends and for missionary efforts around the world. My siblings and I were always encouraged, through a visit with her, to keep keeping on and not to worry about her. Many others who visited her have told me they always left her room with a feeling of being blessed to have been with her.
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Hello! My name is Flora Jackson Sawyer. I am the widowed mother of two, grandmother of eight, and great-grandmother of-one. I love History. I love People. I love to write. But, most of all, I love my God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who has bought me through the shedding of His precious Blood on the Cross of Calvary for the complete cleansing and forgiveness of my sin. To Him I owe all that I am and have. View all posts by floras2