I planned to write a new post for Mother’s Day, but instead, returned to this one from a couple years ago. When I read it now, I’m amazed at how God continues to heal my heart. I’ll always miss my Mama, but these days, memories are even sweeter, peace is more plentiful, and Jesus joy is truly my strength. Oh, how He loves. What a blessing.
Whether your Mama is here or in heaven, I’m thinking of you with love. XO
“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness. She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness. Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her: ‘There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all!’ Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise.” Proverbs 31:25-31 NLT
Has it been two years already since we spent Mother’s Day together?
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. For many months after you died, I couldn’t look at your picture…it was just too painful…but slowly, precious memories are pushing away the heartache. I’m so grateful for that.
I wonder what it’s like in heaven?
How does it feel to be in the presence of God?
Mama, I loved that you called me “daughter” and took the time to sit with me after school, always with a hug and a snack. You were the best listener. I’m surprised your ears didn’t fall off or wear out, as I often repeated the same story over and over again. Yet, you never looked away or acted impatient. You just glowed and listened and loved.
Thank you for that.
And, remember the time I came home really late and you were kneeling beside the couch praying for me? You said you had a bad feeling and an urgency to pray.
How did you know that my car did a 360 on that icy road?
You were such a prayer warrior, not just for me, but for everyone.
We had some wonderful adventures, didn’t we? Most included a strawberry malt, extra-thick of course, and a thrift store stop. You always said you were looking for a “treasure”…but me?
I never needed to look beyond your beautiful face.
I miss our daily talks, when I’d call to ask how long I should cook such and such or maybe just to vent. I still smile when I think about when we gave you that cell phone. You put it in your pocket and whispered “I’m carrying you with me, daughter” and you did, Mama.
You always did.
I still have some of your voice messages on an old phone, ones telling me that you got home safely from somewhere, so I wouldn’t worry about you.
I don’t worry about you anymore.
Did you hear me reading the Bible to you minutes before you went to be with Jesus?
Or, see the way the sun beamed through the sad clouds when I left hospice, resembling an angel?
It reminded me that death isn’t the end.
It’s our glorious beginning.
And, that brings me such Hallelujah comfort!
So Mama, on Mother’s Day and every day, I thank God for you.
I love being your kid.
I’m honored to be your daughter.
I’m remembering you with endless joy and all my love. XOXO
Spread your joy,