MD: When you meet God, what would you like to say or ask?
     AG: Oh, gosh! Marsha, I have no idea. I don’t know how to respond to that question.

MD: Well, think about it, and give it a shot.
     AG: This question makes me think about the day my mother died.

MD: In what way?
     AG: My mother was a very prayerful woman. She loved the Word, and she loved God. The day she died, I was standing beside her. Two of my sisters and I were there ... singing to her ... stroking her hair ... telling her that she did a good job as our mom. During the last day and a half of her life, she didn’t open her eyes at all. But the moment before she took her last breath, her eyes and mouth opened wide. My mother gasped, and it looked like she was completely shocked. She had a look of wonder and disbelief on her face. I grabbed my cell phone, and took a picture of her face. I don’t know what my mother saw that day, but I know she was unprepared for whatever she saw. I knew my mother for 50 years of my life, and that woman spent so much time talking to God and reading His Word. So if she was shocked when she got a glimpse of something beyond this life, I can’t imagine what I would be able to say to God when I meet Him. But I know this: Whatever I thought mattered – the things that brought me joy, and the things that brought me sadness – none of those things will matter anymore.