On Dying Well



Okay, so I realize the title might throw you off, but hang with me. If you’ve been in this space for the past few months, you may remember this post I wrote in June of last year. It was all about my dear friends, Steve and Gayla. Steve battled cancer for a couple of years. He was 39 with three small kids. I wrote about how our community rallied around his family and met every conceivable need they had. Often times, needs were met they didn’t even know they had. It was amazing and beautiful, encouraging and challenging.

Well, sadly, he lost his battle to cancer in October. The funeral was filled with thousands from near and far who came to celebrate Steve’s life and legacy. I sobbed and I laughed as person after person told stories about Steve. My sweet Gayla went first. She shared with us about how they were neighbors growing up and how Steve was madly in love with a slightly younger Gayla. It took her a while to return said love.

During the reception after, I was talking with someone and she said, “There are many people teaching us how to live well, but no one teaching us how to die well.” That statement hit me like a ton of bricks. It’s true, right? I had the honor of being intimately involved in Steve and Gayla’s lives during his last year. I was there several days of the week into the wee hours of the morning. I fought back tears when I would see him in his declining health. Because it happened so quickly.

 

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Worship Wednesday…Be Born in Me

Everything inside me cries for order
Everything inside me wants to hide
Is this shadow an angel or a warrior?
If God is pleased with me, why am I so terrified?
Someone tell me I am only dreaming
Somehow help me see with Heaven’s eyes
And before my head agrees,
My heart is on its knees
Holy is He. Blessed am I.

Be born in me
Be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe
That You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning
You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle,
Make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

All this time we’ve waited for the promise
All this time You’ve waited for my arms
Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected
So we might know that Love would go that far?

Be born in me
Be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe
That You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning
You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle,
Make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

I am not brave
I’ll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I’m just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours
Be born in me
Be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe
That You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning
You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle,
Make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

 

By Francesca Battistelli 

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