I consider myself incredibly blessed that my daughter's last moments on earth were spent in my arms. No one but God was there with us. My parents were outside in the garden; I was sitting on my bed with Faith in my arms. We had spent most of the day snuggled underneath her pink blanket. I held her close and kept her warm. I allowed myself to drift asleep but each time I woke up, I kissed her cheek and told her that I loved her. I knew she was suffering and I prayed that day that God would intervene. I prayed for a miracle --any kind of a miracle. That afternoon, while Faith was cradled in my arms, God took her Home. She opened her eyes, looked up at her Mommy, and never breathed again. I looked at my beloved child and through tears and sobs I said to her, "Go with Jesus."
If there is one last thing I could say to you (to anyone who is reading this right now), it would be those very same words: "Go with Jesus." He loves you more than anyone else could. He is trustworthy. He wasn't lying when he said, "I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life: no one comes to the Father except through Me." There is no other way but the Christ. You cannot enter into life through any other door. You can try to carve your own door with religion and good deeds but you will ultimately fail. You absolutely need Jesus to save you from sin, death, and the hell that you and I both deserve. Believe in Jesus --trust in Jesus --call upon the name of Jesus --"Go with Jesus," and live.