It's Monday, and I already miss my mom.
I have spent a week getting ready for her to leave. She and my dad are moving to Alabama this week, which I knew was coming. It's funny how you can have information, know a date, and still not be involved in the actual happening. I spent a week that way. Working hard on getting a blanket made - a photo quilt full of memories for them to take with them. I think there's a tear in every tiny stitch. My mom has been my friend my whole life - something I have always treasured, something I have always stood on. No matter how far I have wanted to go sometimes, I have always had that reassurance that she would be there when I returned. Well, now it's her turn to go. With no returning - that's the part I struggle with.
It's Monday, and I already miss my dad.
He's the guy I met when I was 18, who taught me that it's ok to be me. That I had value that men could appreciate (if they were smart!) He makes me laugh. He makes me want to be better than I am. I have been blessed to see him go from an unrepentant sinner to a loving man who puts Jesus first and his family a very close second. He's our guardian, and no Doberman Pinscher could out-protect him!
I guess my heart is having a time figuring the difference between a funeral, and a good-bye party. They seem awfully similar.
I am going to choose the better part. The rock that my mom has always been for me, she learned from standing on THE Rock, Jesus. She has always welcomed the prodigals in our family home, as the Father does. Her friendship and warmth is found in Him, and she just passes it along. My protector is ultimately God, although He has given me a great example in my dad, that came with a bear hug and a smile. My comforter: the Holy Spirit, who has led my parents for years and continues to guide us all.
I thank God that He gave me such parents. I needed them. I pray that He blesses their every step, that He uses them mightily wherever they go, and they find all they need in Him day by day. Lord willing, we will visit. Often. Until then, God will be with us all.
3 comments:
Cyndi
After reading this about your parents, I can see that the apple does not fall far from the tree with you. You stand on THE ROCK of Jesus very well. Your love for the Lord is so strong. There trully is a lot of your mom in you. I feel honored to have met her. My prayers are with your parents, and your are also. Thanks for sharing.
"God will be with us all...."
Amen.
I miss them too Mamma.
Last night at prayer we were praying about God being our Rock and the one that steadies us when everything is going mad around us. I think He is showing himself strong in this right now. :)
Love you.
It's hard when people you count on to be your constant move away, but when they are your parents, how much tougher it is. My mom moved away to Colorado a year before we left for Guam and it was tough since that was the first time we were that far away from each other. In fact, we had been living in the same household together for 18 months before she moved.
Anyway point is, I know how you feel, God is the perfect place to run. He will get you though the toughest parts as you well know.
Bear hugs and kisses,
J
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