Tonight, as I sit and write, my precious Mom is lying in Hospice. The past week+ has been a flurry of packing and hard driving through the Rockies for us, and two moves for Mom--one to the hospital after falling, the other to Hospice two days after assessment.
Mom, 91, has terminal breast cancer. She has been an amazing trooper and an unbelievable witness for Jesus as this horrific disease has spread mercilessly. It is hard to see her looking so little and tiny in the bed, so weak that even trying to change position exhausts her. Although it's a scary time, she is very ready to go Home....to Heaven. I have so many things to be thankful for and I will always cherish the memory of her curling her little fingers around mine tonight as we sat quietly together.
Mom and I are extremely close. She is more than a Mom to me--she is also my friend and an amazing spiritual mentor. I can only lay personal claim to her being my Mom, because she is the truest of friends to all who have shared any part of her life's journey. The same can be said for her mentoring. Young, in-between, or partners in aging, Mom's life, words and actions celebrate Jesus and the Life He offers, regardless of circumstance. In fact, I think my brother summed it up perfectly the other day when he said, "Mom's faith isn't what she believes.....it's who she is."
Mom always taught me that each and every life has priceless worth in God's eyes. I have experienced that truth many times yet never so personally as I did after acquiring my brain injury. Besides Kip, Mom has been my most powerful cheerleader and my most fervent prayer warrior.
Now, as her time to go Home is nearing, my heart stands strong. She is entering the final leg of her journey on earth, and I know God her Heavenly Father is preparing a place for her in His eternal Home. She has honoured Him her entire life, and although the journey has had many valleys to conquer, He has led her victoriously through each one. I know my own journey without her in my life will be very difficult at times, but that's only because of the depth of love we have shared throughout my entire life. To experience loss and sorrow because of that deep bond of love is an eternal treasure. Those years together will never fade from memory or that special place in the heart.
When Mom passes away, it will be because of the touch of God's Hand. I will always cherish the words Mom said to me just the other day, "Always remember sweetie, that God is holding both of us in His hand....and sweetie, always remember to keep smiling."
"Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory." Psalm 73: 23, 24.
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