Day 10~ Mom, you have a grateful son.
“Yet those who wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.”
Chapter 40 verse 31 of the Prophet Isaiah NASB
I want to thank God for my mom. My mom has been with the Lord enjoying her eternity precisely 24 years today. I still miss her tremendously, but my hope is that one day I will see here again.
Lord, I thank you for giving me the time with her and taking great care of her before she walked, no, ran into your eternity and into Your arms.
I envy her yet, I am super joyful for her. You see, my mother had rheumatoid arthritis, and her whole body hurt. I can remember as a toddler and her not being able to pick me up. I did not know she was hurting, but I knew she was unable to. The older I got, the more I realized that she was very handicapped. From the age of understanding, I vowed that I would help those that were helpless. It would break my heart to see her barely able to move. I never took my health for granted, and I still owe her a lot.
My zest for life is due to her inability to have it. I would talk to her as much as I was able to and she would tell me of the things she loved doing like dancing and going out all dressed up.
I would listen to her and realize how much she missed the little things that we take for granted, like being able to reach up and grab things from the kitchen cabinets or driving a car.
Mom, I am the man I am today because of you. I am grateful to have had you the short time I did. You were 53, and I was 28. I knew the last time I went to visit would be the last time I would see you alive. You were always so cheerful when you went out into the world, but to us, we knew the truth, your pain was massive. Your depression was real. Who could blame you? Not this son of yours. Because I now have pain from being run over as a toddler, which will be another story to tell.
Now, I thank the Lord that He has made you whole, you are now His, and the crowns that you are wearing are bigger and more numerous than those mighty Christians that we all have heard of throughout history. Why because I have never known anyone with the strength to go on like you. The Bible tells us in Ecclesiastes chapter 9 that the race isn’t always won by the fastest runner nor is a battle regularly won by the strongest of soldiers. You exemplified this through your small faith, the size of a mustard seed. You may not have had the Biblical training nor the scriptural memory, but you lived your faith. It was apparent with the people I met after your passing. Like the woman from the open market who came to tell us that you inspired her to live.
Lord, I know that when she walked into Your presence, You greeted her with a,”Well done my good and faithful servant.” See you in a bit Mom…