My mom is dying...
Those are words I knew would come sooner or later, preferably later. But they are upon me like the inevitable rise of the sun, and here I am knowing the next few weeks will be hard times. I know that I need to be strong for my sister and my step father, I have to be strong for everyone in my family. I know, however, that I am weak and frail on my own.
"Go, eat rich food, and drink something sweet," he said to them, "and send portions of this to any who have nothing ready! This day is holy to our LORD. Don’t be sad, because the joy from the LORD is your strength!" Nehemiah 8:10
Don't be sad in these hard times, because the Joy of the Lord is my strength. Indeed it is. I woke yesterday to an experience I had never had, an overwhelming joy that overtook me in laughter. The Lord poured out a fresh and new experience on my, and I was drunk in the Holy Spirit. It was amazing, but what really happened is that God was taking away my anxiety and sadness pertaining to my mom and was replacing it with His Joy. My strength was renewed, and I was comforted fully knowing that mom is going to go home soon.
Since then, even though I am sad that I am losing my mom, I am more overwhelmed with excitement that she will be dancing in the throne room of God soon. She will be able to ride horses with Jesus. She will be able to sing, and be glad in the presence of the God of the universe.
Jesus said that the Gospel is like a man who finds a treasure hidden in a field, he goes and sells everything just so he can buy the land where that treasure is. My mom is that treasure. I see it right now, Jesus sitting the head of her bed running his fingers through her hair, He is crazy about her, and soon she will be in His rest.
My mom is only 57, and it really stinks that she is enduring the pain and this horrible disease. But soon she will be in the midst of her long deserved reward.
I Love You Mom...