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God is so good. He allowed me to get used to living alone for the nearly three months that Clinton was in the hospital. I can’t remember the last time that I haven’t had someone in my life to live with. But guess what? I still have somebody, and His name is Jesus.
I’m not trying to be strong. Every hour or so I have to ask for the Lord’s grace and strength to get through this because I loved my husband like you love yours -- I probably loved my husband better than most of you love yours. And my husband loved me dearly. But he is gone. He’s asleep in Christ. And I will carry on with my trust in the Holy Spirit who is here with me to lead and to guide me.
The Holy Spirit directed me through every bit of the arrangements. It was amazing. For example, I’ve never had to deal with morticians. When my stepfather passed, my mother took care of that. When my mother passed, my brother took care of it. When my father-in-law passed, my husband took care of most of that. I’ve never had to deal with a mortician, especially since I’ve been in Manhattan. People don’t tend to put morticians’ names in their rolodex. They should, but they don’t.
When it came time for me to contact a mortician that morning, I didn’t even know the procedure to follow. At first I called the concierge to bring up the Yellow Pages because that was the only place I knew to go to for information. Then it dawned on me, Wait a minute. What’s wrong with the Holy Ghost? He knows where the morticians are.
As soon as I asked the Holy Spirit what to do, He told me, "Call Lou."
Lou is the gentleman I led to the Lord on my birthday along with his wife. He is a mortician. When I called him, he gave me the necessary information. I didn’t even have a burial plot because Clinton and I had discussed cremation. He didn’t have a problem with it. In fact, we had agreed between us that our remains were to be disposed of before anyone was notified. I was not able to do that because of all the papers that needed to be filed. And, since I was vacillating about whether or not to cremate the body, I purchased a plot.
When a person’s spirit is already gone, it doesn’t matter what you do with the body. When a person has fallen asleep in Christ, they will receive a new, glorified body when Christ returns. So it doesn’t matter whether the body has been eaten up by worms, as Pastor Clinton would say, or whether it has been consumed with flames.
When I met with the funeral home director, at first everyone was talking in the soft, whispery voices they use when they’re selling you something. But I made him relax. When the people at the funeral home began asking me about what we needed, I shocked them and made them laugh a little. I said, "We don’t need a funeral car. We don’t need flower cars because we’re not going to have any flowers. Everybody can drive their own car to get there. And we probably won’t be there that long. Then again, we may stay all day, I don’t know. When we start singing out there, don’t be surprised if some graves start to open." He laughed and said okay. Before it was over he said to me, "I wish more people came in here like you. I get so drained sometimes with people coming in here and just taking everything out of me."
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