My mom went home to be with the Lord on February 14th, 2009 two days before her birthday. I can’t believe it has been that long. When she died, she left me matriarch of the family as the oldest child of 6. That position within the family continues to seem strange to me. Not that it has much significance really, but just knowing it is enough.
I have been especially missing my mom of late, needing her matriarchal wisdom. More than a few times I so longed to pick up the phone to talk with her. There are things I could cry on Mom’s shoulder about that if shared with someone else might be gossip. I need to talk with her about hurts and hardships that to someone else would be complaining. Oh Mom, I miss you. Who else is like you to lean on?
Something about talking with Mom is (was) a natural pain reliever. She could lovingly listen, sympathetically understand, and wisely guide me to peace and forgiveness. Now, I sip coffee with her in the mornings in the cup that reminds me of her. It had been a gift to her, a special cup, with a reminder round the rim, “Praying for you always.” And I have a feeling she still is, right there before the throne of God.
Lord, thank you for giving me a mom who loved and cared for me, who was a living example of what it means to love and live for You. Thank you for the memories I am able to cherish. I pray I can be that kind of mom to my children as they continue along their life journey as well. Grow me into the praying woman my mom was, grow me into all You want me to be, as Mom, the family matriarch, child of God. Thank You that I can always lean on You.
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