Hello friends, family and readers. I’ve been intentionally absent from the blog the last couple of months. I’ve been devoting my time and energy to my mother and family as we began the process of hospice care for Mom in June.
My mother (who has been the subject of many of my posts the past three years) passed away mid-July. After three weeks under hospice care at home, I spent the last week by her side at the hospice house, as my brother and sister-in-law cared for my father at home.
I spent the weeks after her death preparing her memorial service and visiting with friends and family. Now the hard work of grieving and missing her begins in earnest.
I personally don’t know how one gets through any difficult time without faith and hope in a personal and loving God. Not to disrespect what others believe or don’t believe, but to me, it would seem to take more faith and energy not to believe in life after death than to believe. My mother believed, as do I, that she was saved by her belief and faith that God sent His Son Jesus into this world to save us from our sins, and that all who believe in Him will have life eternal after this temporary life has ended.
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. John 3:16-17 (KJV)
I believe she is in heaven with her beloved Jesus, healed and whole, now living in perfect joy.
I understand with all the evil in the world and the horrible things that can happen to our loved ones, it can be hard to believe there a God who cares. But I know with all my heart and mind and spirit He not only exists, but He loves us with a fierce and holy love. And He cares about the smallest details of our living, and our dying. This is not to stir a theological debate but to simply state my belief. It is up to each one of us to choose what beliefs we will live and die by.
A Proverbs 31 Woman
Even as she laid dying before us, my mother had a strong and loving force of life within her. She had no pain until possibly the very end, and no fear. She had complete trust in God and where she was going.
The hospice staff was kind and gentle and took great care to make her as comfortable as possible. I could finally rest and be comforted by the peace around us, allowing others to do the heavy work, while I kept her company, fed her a bit of pudding or a sip of water, or hold her hand to remind her I was with her to the end of her earthly journey.
My son gave me The Word in Color, a wonderful little coloring book of “Biblical inspiration, soothing reflection and Creative Expressions of faith.” As the moments of waiting and watching drifted by in the haze of time standing still, I found this beautiful verse that fit my mother perfectly. I painted it for her door at the hospice house, so that all who entered would know who this special lady was.
“She is clothed with strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of the future.” Proverbs 31:25
My mother would be the first to say she wasn’t perfect, that she was a sinner saved by Grace. But my mother was truly a Proverbs 31 woman and those who knew her were blessed by her love, her grace and her sweet smile.
I will return when I am able to post again, hopefully soon. In the meantime, thank you for visiting, for sharing our journey, for sharing the caregiving posts with others. I hope they have have helped to lighten the load for other caregivers.
I hope you will take a moment to create some joy with your loved ones today. The moments and days you share will be precious memories in the days ahead.
Blessings to you and yours,
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