Friday, November 24, 2006


Losing my mom this year has been the toughest thing I have ever experienced. I cherish my last memories of being with her. “We’ve come a long way together,” she said to my sister, Montie, and me. Our visits in her hospital room were sweet reminiscing of days gone by. We read the Bible, sang hymns and prayed together. We watched our favorite movies – again. I miss Mama, and I would love to call her on the phone to tell her I love her one more time. I have to close my eyes and pray, “I need you, Jesus.” He is always with me, and I feel His comfort.

Aware of how temporal this life is, I treasure my relationships with family and friends. I look forward to being with my son and daughter and grandchildren, lunches with friends, times with the kids in my second grade Sunday school class and children’s choir. God sends His abundant love through these people to me, and I am thankful.

1 comment:

Susan said...

I, too, have known much loss of life and how it drags the cheer from the table of Thanksgiving. But God is good once we move into those healing places that He brings into our lives.

Time does not heal wounds, but it does bring more understanding and distance so that we can have a broader perspective of life and death. There is a time to be born and a time to die.

This year, I have 5 grandchildren to celebrate the holidays with. The Lord gave me an inheritance of one son, and mulitplied him by 5! (Well, 4 girls and a boy.) The painful loss of fathers, grandparents, cousins and a sister is very difficult, but to know that God counts the death of His saints as precious to him is comforting and that He has given new life as an inheritance is also sweet in the midst of sorrow.