Tuesday, October 28, 2014
It's hard to see my mom waste away. This was a strong creative woman who was an artist, in a number of mediums --- We grew up with a kiln in our basement and paints and swatches of cloth all over the house. Yet the gift I received from my mom, and both my parents for that matter , was her absolute and unequivocal faith in God and his ability to make any situation, no matter how bleak it seemed have a ray of hope and sunshine.
I saw her 3 times this past weekend. She has roughly 15 quality minutes an hour and then she falls asleep in her wheel chair, so our visits were brief ones. She still knows who I am!!
Before we left Sunday evening, she handed me a small notebook, and said something about having left it in the dining room last week. I just nodded and put it in the glove compartment when Joan and I packed to drive home. As I was unpacking yesterday I noticed the corner of a yellowed piece of paper sticking out of one side of it. I thought I'd share what was written on it with you
From the bottom of my simple heart, I ask for your peace. I ask that I may feel your love and be blessed with your grace.O God in times of stress, when I feel alone and in pain overtakes me, put out your helping hand and comfort me. Be ever at my side dear Lord, to help and guide me in my tortuous moments. May you always be my companion as I journey through this life; my dreams always being only a touch away from realization. My God, bless me with a faith and with a hope so strong that no ill, no loss nothing can make me doubt your presence among us. You are the comforter in times of distress and I call on you in this time of need. Through your son, Jesus Christ, I ask that my burden be lightened and with your peace in my heart I can do your will." - Unknown.
She'd typed it out and then cut it into a manageable size to carry in her purse I imagine. If you've ever read anything I have ever written then you know my mom and I often had a rocky relationship growing up. Since my dad has passed on and my mom slowly slips away, I'm committed to recalling those good things those gifts, those little treasures that pass from them to me.