I discovered something I wrote in 2014 one year after my mother
died. I share it again in honor of her birthday today. She would have been 92
today.
I seem to always be discovering a treasure about my Mama. She
passed away a year ago today. Somehow, after she was gone, I ended up with her
workbook from a discipleship class she was in many years ago. It has been
incredible to read in her own handwriting about her faith and love for God.
Just two weeks ago I looked at it again and discovered something I had never
seen before—a remark she had made about my life. In fact, it was something I
had never known she thought about me, and reading it in her own handwriting
brought me such joy. It was if she was speaking right to me.
How many times do we hesitate sharing our feelings with those we
care about? What makes us hesitate? Are
we afraid we will be judged? Are we afraid that we will not live up to their
expectations? Are we concerned our words
will hurt them? Are we even afraid they will not care about our thoughts? Our human mind creates all kinds of
scenarios, but in the very end, those scenarios mean very little. What matters
is telling those we love how we feel, and just letting God take care of what
must needs to be taken care of.
When Mama praised you, it was special. What I read that day in her
work book, I would have loved to have known while she was living. If I had
known she felt about me in that way, we could have shared our hearts in ways
that might have made us so much more closer.
Thank you, Mama, for always sharing your faith and your love. You
fought for me. You believed in me. You passed on your fighting heart to me, and
your belief in other people's potential.
You passed from this earth strong in spirit just as you always were. You
left behind your legacy of faith that always speaks peace no matter what I
face. It is because of you that I believe today.
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