Aside: We do what the Holy Spirit moves us to do. It’s about helping plant seeds and letting God do the rest.
When my sister-in-law was in the hospital – I felt a sense of urgency to get a Priest to give her the Last Rites, but my husband’s family are all non practicing Catholics. They felt there was plenty of time. When we went to visit her on the Friday before Divine Mercy Sunday, I knew she would pass away within the next few days. I am not being negative stating this – It was simply the grace of knowing.
Within my heart, I knew there wasn’t time, and short of being in conflict with my in-laws, and understanding that getting a priest was not their priority – I woke my husband and family up at 8:00 am Sunday morning to go to the hospital.
My sister-in-law was sleeping. My husband, daughter and I stood beside her and we prayed the Rosary and the Divine Mercy Prayer. She responded with a croaking sound. A response of sort to our prayers. I am sure that during our prayer, the hand of Jesus was upon her. I felt the peace of God.
She died that evening. There is something St. Faustina once talked about that echoes back at me:
She writes:
All grace flows from mercy, and the last hour abounds with mercy for us. Let no one doubt concerning the goodness of God; even if a person’s sins were as dark as night, God’s mercy is stronger than our misery. One thing alone is necessary: that the sinner set ajar the door of his heart, be it ever so little, to let in a ray of God’s merciful grace, and then God will do the rest. But poor is the soul who has shut the door on God’s mercy, even at the last hour. It was just such souls who plunged Jesus into deadly sorrow in the Garden of Olives; indeed, it was from His Most Merciful Heart that divine mercy flowed out.
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There was sense of peace upon her death (at least my family felt it), as well as the inner knowledge that Jesus was with her, and the rays of his Divine Mercy carried her soul into the light.
The frontier is actually very thin – meaning our life line can easily get tangled up. If we let him in, the most merciful heart of Jesus is constantly untangling it for us, even during those last moments of breath.
God Bless 🙏💕
Be Inspired! 
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