Whenever the Lord Needs Me
Photo by Griest Projects on Unspash.com. As I write this blog entry, I am at my desk, on my laptop, waiting for phone calls at work. Not a single call for an hour. This morning at 9:29am, my uncle called me from down in Bunbury. I picked up the phone, happy I was at work on time and happy I would get to see Poppa down in Bunbury this weekend. My uncle explained to me that Poppa had passed away about 5-10 minutes ago (it would have been 9:20am then). We spoke for a few minutes, then hung up as he went to notify more family. Immediately after the call, I started sniffling, and my colleagues asked if everything was okay. I then balled into tears and explained what news I had been informed. I am thankful to God for my Poppa. He was someone I held in high regard. It was clear he loved his Lord and would do anything for Him. Something Poppa used to say to us all before he went into a nursing home was these words (ad-lib) Whenever the Lord needs me, he shall take me. When I pass away, I will ...