Lorraine Who – Part 3?
Buffy was hospitalized many times. At the age of fifteen, she was struggling so much in an oxygen tent just to breathe that the doctors came to me and said, “You have to go in there and tell her that you are letting her go. She’s hanging on just for you.”
My daughter, Beth, was with me. We walked into the room and saw Buffy lying on her right side in the oxygen tent. As I looked at her laboring for every breath she took, I asked the Lord what right this doctor had to tell me that I had to tell my daughter she was going to die when we all three there in that room knew that our faith would bring her through.
I unzipped the tent and leaned down to her ear. Her eyes were closed. What would I do without this precious angel in my life? I whispered in her ear, “Buffy, the doctors tell me that you are very ill and that you may not make it.” Then I could not finish what I had started to say. I changed my words and I said, “Buffy, if you have the strength to fight this one more time, I know the Lord will see you through it.” I told her if she was too tired to fight it that was all right too. I had a brief conversation with her of how we would all be together in heaven one day anyway. As I finished my little speech, she opened her eyes and said, “Would you just tell mom I am gonna be fine.” We prayed all night, it seemed.
The next morning the doctor came into the room and examined her. He said, “I don’t how, but she’s going to make it.” He said that she had been literally drowning in her own fluid.
Buffy lived nearly three more years after that. The little girl that they said would not live to go to school graduated in 1986 with a straight “A” average in just 11 years. She was just 5 weeks shy of her 18th birthday when she went home to be with the Lord. The Lord presented me with a new grandson on her birthday.
In those 18 years Buffy had pneumonia 17 times. Each time the Lord brought her through. She had a mission here. She touched a lot of lives. The doctors said that pneumonia would probably take her, but it didn’t.
She died in my arms in the privacy of our home. Her lungs just gave out and she very peacefully went to sleep. I had time to explain to her that we would miss her very much, but in heaven it would seem as quick as turning a page and we would be there with her.
Just before she died, she opened her eyes wide and said, “Wait a minute. What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” I believe with all my heart, that at that moment, she saw Jesus.
Come back to part 4 of this testimony next week.
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