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She was holding his hand by his bedside when the rays of warmth from the sun hit the bed and she could see him smile, as he whispered his last words of, “It feels good.” She saw his chest expand then slowly exhale till the last of his breath was out of his body. He looked so peaceful lying there. She slowly patted his hand and let it go for the last time. She walked over to the window and watched as the sun rose so magnificently above the horizon. It’s warm beams mocking the now lifeless body of her husband.

She sat down in the corner chair and felt her exhausted body melt into its hard exterior. There he was, the man who she had spent a lifetime with. The man who had been the father of her children, the loving husband, who had loved her and protected her. He was a good man who was no more. She spied the large family Bible on the bed stand that she and her man had read each night. She walked across the room and picked it up. She ran her hand over the worn leather exterior with its raised letters.

She slowly opened it’s pages where it fell upon the words of John.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved.”

Her tears fell freely upon the page till her crying became sobs as she embraced the holy open book to her breasts. Perhaps if she held it tight enough, the promissory notes found therein would not escape.

The sun had set on the life of her husband, but the spirit whispered to her soul that on the wings of the Savior his soul had risen far above the horizon to a new dawn where they would once again love. She had that hope, that faith, that belief!