2 Timothy 4:7-8
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day….
Mom is home with the Lord now. We had an incredible celebration of her life. We laughed, we cried, we told stories, we praised. As time moves forward, I will continue to share stories about Mom and the legacy she has left for all us. I continue to hold tightly those last three days with her and the moment that the breath of God left her body. Some things need to sit and mature before we are ready to put forth in words.
One of the many things that Mom would love to declare was, “Sun’s out” or “Sun’s shining!” The day of her funeral and the day she was laid to rest were both cloudy, gloomy days. As we stood at the cemetery while Mom’s casket was being sealed into the crypt, many in the family declared in unison, “Sun’s out!” For the clouds had parted in bits and pieces and rays of light were able to shine down to earth. It seemed as though it were the “icing on the cake” for the celebration of Mom and she was letting us know, “All the work is done. I have my crown and the party in heaven is amazing. Will be here waiting on you when you have finished your race. Oh, and family, I was happy on earth but JOY, JOY JOY abounds in heaven.”
My prayer for all of us is that we accept the race that the Lord was laid out for each one of us and we run it with all of our might and all of our heart. Thank you, Readers, for sharing in my journey with Mom. I hope that in some way she has touched your heart too and helped us all to see clearer the love of Jesus, the Savor of the world.
Bless Your Heart,
My last nap with Mom. She went home to the Lord early this morning. The heavens are in full celebration. My heart rejoices in her joy.
“Well done, my good and faithful servant.” Matthew 25:11
I declare to you, brothers and sisters, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
1 Corinthians 15: 50-55
I was in awe today of the grace I experienced while sitting with my Mom. It felt as though we were in the mist that is just at the entrance of the veil where we pass from this world into the next. What a blessing to sit with Mom and be a part of this most intimate journey. Grace and peace and blessedness was in abundance. I sang hymns and praise songs while I held her hand and watched in utter amazement while her body continued to prepare to release her spirit.
God’s presence was without question. His faithfulness a declaration. The room was filled with an electricity not of this earth. I could sense the preparations being made on the other side of the veil to receive Mom when her time here is complete. The light of God’s love was radiating on the edges of the room that was felt/sensed more than seen. I cannot find words to fully express the heavenly presence; amazing…..absolutely amazing.
Blessed Beyond Understanding,
Then young women will dance and be glad,
young men and old as well.
I will turn their mourning into gladness;
I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.
Do you just want to dance before the Lord? The shackles are broken, the weight lifted, the burden gone and you sail on a cloud of sheer wonder. “…..whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither— whatever they do prospers.” (Psalm 1:2-3) Total refreshment. Outstanding peace. Joy beyond measure.
It is just before 2 in the morning and so it goes without saying (but I will say it anyway) I cannot sleep. For the past couple of hours I have been having an on again, off again, conversation with God. We have been rehashing lots of stuff. I have been trying to listen more than talk. I have been reminded of the freedom found only in our Lord. And I said out loud in my room, “Okay God, I am finally ready to learn the lesson You have been wanting to teach me. I AM ready. Let’s get to it and see what You have in store.” And I just want to dance in the arms of Jesus. I want to swirl and swirl in happiness. Sometimes it is only in movement that we can find our expression.
On this date, at this time, the one desire of my heart is to dance with Jesus. Amen and Amen!
For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength.
1 Corinthians 1:25
I have never sat with someone as their body journeys toward death. Being with Mom as her body continues to give up life, is a new experience for me and one that I am not sure I am doing right. I pray to the Lord to help me not fail her.
I watch as her body grows weaker, her energy drained and I wonder at the mystery of when she will step through the veil from this life and into the waiting arms of Christ. I look at her hands now so pale and still and think of all the “Momma pats” those hands have given, all the noodles she has made, laundry washed, letters written, babies bathed, books she has held, tears wiped away, injuries bandaged, music played, gardens tended, hands held…….. And I am amazed at what God has done through this life I call Mom. In quietness and meekness she has shown us what this world would consider the “weakness of God” and proved His mighty strength.
I pray that in my weakness God will lead me by the hand and show me how to help Mom; not sure that “help” is even the right word. Lord, show me how to “be” for Mom.
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
1 Corinthians 1:18
Well, I have done it once again! I am 56 years old, been a Christian since I was 16 and STILL I have issues with regularly diving into the Word, ugh!!!! I have been away from my Bible for much too long once again and my life shows it. Do you know what I mean?
Life in my world has been crazy busy recently, a different busy than it was a year ago….but still busy. There have been multiple health issues in the family, nuclear family dispersing all over the map, life changes, job changes….and the beat goes on. I feel consumed by time constraints and the sources of health and life get pushed out. And then one day I notice that I feel dull. Me, the vessel, who was radiating the affects of a life near to God just months ago, now appears more like Pig Pen from the Charlie Brown cartoon…..I have a cloud of old, stale dust that surrounds me. Again, UGH!!!!
I know how it feels to have a life powered by God and I miss that. Time to plug back in to the source. Time to reconnect. Time to prioritize.
Who is with me?!
1 Corinthians 1:5-9
For in him you have been enriched in every way—with all kinds of speech and with all knowledge— God thus confirming our testimony about Christ among you. Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will also keep you firm to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is faithful, who has called you into fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.
If you have read my blog for any length of time you know what an amazing, godly woman I have for a mother. At the age of 98, we can only think that her days here on earth are drawing to a close. She has had several brushes with death in the past couple of years, but to date, God has pulled her through each one of those. And each time we are shown her strength of character, her faith in God, her zeal to live for Him, in Him and through Him.
With this most recent nearness of death, I was struck with the knowledge of the legacy that Mom will leave us. And then I was knocked to my knees wondering how will I ever have what it takes to carry on what she has lived? In my eyes it is a herculean responsibility and I was overwhelmed with the weight of her nearness to God and the weaknesses in my own spiritual life with Christ. How can I let Mom’s legacy die and yet how will I ever be worthy of carrying it on?
And then I am reminded of God’s faithfulness and that what I see in Mom is the glow of Christ coming through. It is He that has created this extraordinary legacy and He will continue it on to its completion. All I need to do is continue to walk in the path that He shows and give it all to Him because I can not live up to what has gone before, but I can trust the One who has called me into fellowship with Him.