He's Never Letting Go.

Hey guys,
Randy here, and I have some news for you...Many of you know already what I'm about to say, but I wanted to put it all on here, for any passerby to see - because it has filled me with peace. A peace that only comes from God.


Yesterday around 11:30am we got news that my Grandfather only had a few hours to live. Grandpa Jones lives in Arizona with my grandma, aunt, and uncle...a very long distance away from us. My grandpa's health has been declining for some time now. It's a combination of a lot of different things...If I had to tell you the main diagnosis, I would say he has atrophy of the brain. Basically, the tissue in his brain is dying. And frankly, it's not a very hopeful diagnosis. We've watched him suffer, and with him, my grandma, and my aunt and uncle who had to watch every day as he declined.


It hasn't been pretty. He's gone from losing the use of his right hand, to not being able to walk on his own, to having trouble breathing, and now in a coma, where he is unresponsive to everything outside his body. The doctors think he can still hear, so my daddy and the rest of the family who are there have been by his bedside talking to him and loving on him. I'm so glad they're there with him.


But there is someone else inside that crowded hospice room. Someone greater, and more amazing and wonderful then all the best family members in the world. He is there, enveloping saddened hearts with peace, holding shaking hands, and drying wet eyes. He's pulling those in need of him close, and whispering soothing words into their hearts. He's here, in Tennessee...holding me and my sisters and mother. He's there, here, in Illinois, and he's in full control.


My dad warned us on Monday that things were not going to get better for my grandpa. He told us not to be surprised if anything should happen. I knew he wasn't well...but he hadn't been well for some time now. It didn't seem possible that he would go now. Then Thursday came and we got the call from my aunt. Only hours left.


I don't want to dramatize how I felt...it was just...scary, and that's all. My world was being rocked - and not in the good way. So I went to my knees and through tears prayed the longest, and hardest prayer I've ever prayed. and kept it up all day long.


I went through all my family members...oh, maybe 50 times. I prayed nearly the same thing for each though...peace. Let them have peace Father, in knowing you are in control. You've got this God. You're not letting go. 


Through these prayers, and the thoughts, prayers and support of faithful friends, I found the peace I so desperately needed. I have never in my life felt so at ease...and at such a time! People asked me how I was doing, and I felt so weird telling them I was fine! When I explained, they offered their extra support and love and prayers for my family. I am so truly blessed with these people in my life. My mind is completely blown with these people..and most of them my age and younger! I can't wait to see who they will become and how they are going to change the world. They are all fantastic, and I am thankful to know them, and have them in my life.


So only a few hours. Well, those hours have turned to a day. It's still uncertain how much longer he will hold on, but the estimate is sometime tomorrow or at latest, Sunday. He's on his way home, guys...and in heaven, nothing will be able to touch him. Not pain, sickness, death, fear...nothing. He'll be with God and he'll have a new body, one that will never, ever decay. He will be forever with our creator. There is reason for rejoicing!


God's got this. He's in control. And if there is one thing that I would like everyone in the world to know; it's that he's not letting go. He'll never let go. Not of me, you, Grandpa, Grandma, or even Kronk... So let him do his work and don't let the world knock you off your feet. He's in control. He's not letting go.


XOXO
Randy.