Sandy's Went to be with Her Lord

 

Death of my beloved Wife

My wife Sandra went to be with the Lord Jesus Christ, her Savior yesterday morning at 9:36 AM.  She was surrounded by me, and our two children when she breathed her last.  It was a very sad day for us and all our family, but for her she went from being in a very damaged body to receive a new body in heaven. 

When I think about Sandy I think of her being a good wife, and a wonderful mother to our two children, and also a great grandmother, something she really loved being.  I think about her adventurous spirit, as she loved to ride the highest and fastest roller coaster around.  She loved the water as she even once took a scuba lesson, but because of a problem with her ear could not do that, but she could and often did snorkel and we have many photo albums with her underwater pictures in them.  She loved horseback riding, even while we were living in Aruba she rode horses on a getaway.  The most important thing in her life is that she loved the Lord, and served Him in different ways ever since she became a believer in April of 1974.

I put a song on my Facebook post yesterday and will put it on again today because this song shows all who are mourning over her death the information that we need to get through this most difficult time in our lives.  This will have the lyrics and also a brief story of the lady who wrote the words which were originally a poem.

  He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase.
To added affliction He addeth His mercy;
to multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

Refrain:
His love has no limit; His grace has no measure.
His pow'r has no boundary known unto men.
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!

2 When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
when our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
when we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
our Father’s full giving is only begun. [Refrain]

Author: Annie Johnson Flint

Born: December 24, 1866, Vineland, New Jersey. Died: September 8, 1932, Clifton Springs, New York. Buried: Clifton Springs, New York. The biographical account of poetess/hymn-writer Annie Johnson Flint (1866-1932) is a story of both heartbreak and triumph. Born on Christmas Eve in the small town of Vineland, New Jersey, she was welcomed by Eldon and Jean Johnson as their greatest earthly gift. Three years later, little Annie would lose her mother, who died as she gave birth to Annie’s baby sister. Mr. Johnson, who himself was suffering from an incurable disease, willed the children to the Flint family who would bring them up in the Baptist faith. It was during a revival meeting at the age of 8 that the Spirit of God brought Annie'…