It is without a doubt
one of the most terrible things in life that we will experience; the passing of
a close friend or loved one, especially a mom.
When the final call has been made, “Come home my child.” and the shadow
of death falls across the threshold of someone whom we hold dear to our heart,
it hurts us deeply and our heart aches, because of the loss.
Happiness fades under
the weight of its sadness, and our world is turned upside down as it crashes
around us. It is difficult for our
natural mind to grasp the finality of it all, and without failure, we begin to
question, “Why?”
Many times a person can
feel cheated and alone even though their siblings are near. As they filter through the varied and mixed
emotions that are being experienced, it is not uncommon for anger to burn
within the bosom; a deep, gnawing rage that refuses to let up. Some individuals, because of grief, blame God
for His lack of concern.
A finger of accusation
is quickly pointed in His face with words crying out, “You made a mistake!”
while reminding Him of how much their mom had to give and how much love she had
to share.
“Why did He take
her? How could He do this to my family
and me? How could He take our children’s
Grandma away from them? How could He turn His back on our prayers and abandon us
when we needed Him most?” These and more
are some of the questions asked.
One thing is sure. We cannot offend God, nor can we separate
ourselves from His love—He is bigger than that.
He hurts when we hurt and wants to embrace us with His outstretched arms
of compassion if we allow Him to do so.
(Romans 8:38-39), “For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor
angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,”
vs.39 “nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to
separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
God desires to hold us
close at these hurtful times and impart strength and peace to our grieving
inner-self. He wants to be that solid
rock on which we can stand in times like these.
He is our comforter and hears every prayer we pray. He sees the tears that fall. God wishes to soothe and console our troubled
heart with His perfect peace, of which we are searching for.
Though answers may
never come to the many questions that we have, still we must believe that there
is a higher power (God Almighty) that knows us by name and wants to be our
strength. He is always near; a breath
away in times of need. God is in the
corridor of our heart speaking peace if we allow ourselves to hear Him.
No one will ever take
the place of our precious mom. She not
only gave life to her children, she nurtured and loved us as only a mother
could. Wonderful memories are what
she has given.
As we take a moment to
reflect on the countless good times spent with her, we feel her presence once
again—memories of how she combed her hair; the smell of her perfume; and the
times she corrected us, because she wanted her children to grow up having been
loved by her, not only in training, but always.
(Proverbs 22:6), “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he
is old he will not depart from it.”
These prized memories
will be shared with her grandchildren as they grow into adulthood; sharing with
them the legacy that has been such a part of our lives, because of her positive
influence and enriched life. Mom was a
woman of prayer not only for her spouse, but as a mother, grandmother, and
friend to many—a woman of God.
We are indeed blessed
to have had a mom as precious as her.
Thank you, Mom, for loving us so much.
We will miss you dearly.
Written by,
Papa Boyd
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