My dad was recently waiting for my mom to get her blood drawn when a woman sat down beside him and asked, “How long’s the wait?”
“I’m not sure, but we’ve been here awhile,” he told her.
“Well, I don’t think I’m going to wait. I just got some really bad news. I have pancreatic cancer and it’s spread to my liver.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I can’t wait to get to heaven.”
She went on to explain that she wasn’t crazy (not that my dad thought she was), that she had been praying for one of her “lost” children for a long time and that she hoped her graceful acceptance of God’s will for her would reveal his love to her daughter, that she loved this life on earth but that she knew with all of her heart that it was going to be much, much better in the next, and that sometimes all you can do is put your trust in the Lord and allow yourself to fall into his loving embrace.
Thy will be done. Thy will be done.