A mother's love who can bear, only those who have no heart. This past Friday, I received word at midnight that my mother went to be with the Lord at 10:30pm at night. She was being comforted by my niece, Kelly, who was cradling my mother's face with her hands and singing "Jesus loves me."
Words cannot explain the feelings of love, admiration and comfort that I have when it comes to my mom, so I am not even going to try. She has taught me to love. She has taught me to be gracious even when the circumstances call for poor reactions, not that I always listened.
The thing that you learn from people in death is the special things about that person that may not have been constantly reminded. I don't say that to offend, rather, I say that as to remind us how busy we let life get and how often we forget the things that matter so much: Family & Friends.
My mother's death is bitter sweet. Bitter because she is no longer here on earth for my dad and to be with my dad. Bitter because I love her so much and I get welled up when I think of how much she loves me. The sweet comes in knowing that she is in Heaven. Knowing that she is no longer in pain, no longer tired and no longer frustrated with poor health - she has been redeemed and been made anew in Christ.
I look forward to the day when I know that I will meet her again. In the meantime, I pray, "Dear Lord, please be gracious to my dear mom as she loves you and I so. Please give her all the comfort and joy that you can while she is away from us. And Lord, if it be your will, remind me of the little things of her every so often so as to make my soul no longer yearn, but to feel the depth and warmth of your Love."
The Lord gives and He takes away, but blessed be His name.
I love you mom,