From the Journal ~ October 14, 2012
October 14, 2012
Boon my darling,
Your blood pressure and heart rate descended from 6.30 a.m. to around 10 when Dr. S came out to the corridor to speak to your mother and me. I had woken up at 5.30, feeling an urgency to rush to the hospital, but also a strange calm. I prayed and flipped through the Bible and was led to Daniel 6. Daniel's miraculous survival in the den of lions. Darius' witness and proclamation of God. How my eyes opened! I recorded a reading of this chapter for you. And as S and I suggested, I personalised it for you.Oh Boon, I don't know why, but the God sending angels to close the mouths of lions -- what is disease and physical infirmity to him?
On the way to SGH I looked up the lyrics of "What A Friend We have In Jesus" and I sang a bit of it as I walked, because I thought I could record it for you. But later on, when I was in your room, after I played the Daniel recording for you, I sang you the song. Did you hear me? It has long been one of my favourite faith songs. All my sins and griefs to bear.
"What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer."
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I am at A's flat in Buangkok. I hope you are not looking for me at the Batu flat. I should be back there tomorrow. You have left your body. I saw the shell today. When did you leave?
11.40 p.m.
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When I put the earphones on you this morning, I thought there was something different. And when I sang to you, I felt it again. I was staring at your face the whole time. It seemed to me that there was something different about you; you did not seem to be there.
I don't know why but I turned to look at the foot of your bed where there was nothing except for the machines. When I prayed for you and I held your hand, there was something different, though I could not say what it was exactly.
Did I turn to look at the foot of your bed because your soul had left your broken body, like a snake sheds its old skin, and was standing there, looking at it, trying to take this in, like me?
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We are our bodies -- and more. The body is just a shell. A precious and beautiful shell individually made for each one of us so that no two bodies are ever the same.
Why did your shell give up?
(to be continued)
Boon my darling,
Your blood pressure and heart rate descended from 6.30 a.m. to around 10 when Dr. S came out to the corridor to speak to your mother and me. I had woken up at 5.30, feeling an urgency to rush to the hospital, but also a strange calm. I prayed and flipped through the Bible and was led to Daniel 6. Daniel's miraculous survival in the den of lions. Darius' witness and proclamation of God. How my eyes opened! I recorded a reading of this chapter for you. And as S and I suggested, I personalised it for you.
On the way to SGH I looked up the lyrics of "What A Friend We have In Jesus" and I sang a bit of it as I walked, because I thought I could record it for you. But later on, when I was in your room, after I played the Daniel recording for you, I sang you the song. Did you hear me? It has long been one of my favourite faith songs. All my sins and griefs to bear.
"What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer."
--------
I am at A's flat in Buangkok. I hope you are not looking for me at the Batu flat. I should be back there tomorrow. You have left your body. I saw the shell today. When did you leave?
11.40 p.m.
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When I put the earphones on you this morning, I thought there was something different. And when I sang to you, I felt it again. I was staring at your face the whole time. It seemed to me that there was something different about you; you did not seem to be there.
I don't know why but I turned to look at the foot of your bed where there was nothing except for the machines. When I prayed for you and I held your hand, there was something different, though I could not say what it was exactly.
Did I turn to look at the foot of your bed because your soul had left your broken body, like a snake sheds its old skin, and was standing there, looking at it, trying to take this in, like me?
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We are our bodies -- and more. The body is just a shell. A precious and beautiful shell individually made for each one of us so that no two bodies are ever the same.
Why did your shell give up?
(to be continued)
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