I’m sitting here, searching for words.
A year ago today, I was in Italy with my husband. I knew mom wasn’t doing well. But she had wanted us to go on that anniversary trip.
I already knew she’d be gone before I returned. Strangely, I had peace about it. However, the trip was bittersweet. My heart was breaking.
I didn’t want to lose my mom.
But on May 1, 2013, she slipped from her broken body into eternity. To be in the presence of God.
Oh, how I miss her.
She made plans for eternity. She lived for eternity. She finished her race strong.
Her marked up Bible….
I want to share her love and insight with you.
I can tell what notes she wrote before her stroke in 2002. She had a beautiful script.
After the stroke, the words became a bit shaky. You see, she was right handed before the stroke but learned to write with her left hand. Amazing to do in your 70’s!
Then, as she weakened, you can see how the underlining wasn’t so straight.
You can see how the passages on suffering became more important.
They brought her comfort. I know this because I watched her crying out to Jesus to help her.
To give her strength for another day. To fight on.
The more she suffered, the more convinced she was that God was in control…
That’s the legacy she left.
To trust God in the midst of the pain.
To dig into her bible.
To understand more of God.
I am humbled to have had her for a mom.
No, she wasn’t perfect.
But she was just the mom I needed.
A mom who loved me unconditionally.
A mom who pointed me to God.
A mom who loved my dad.
And told him that every day.
Mom, thank you. I love you from the bottom of my heart. And I miss you every day.