A good friend of mine lost her mother this past week. My friend's mother was about the same age as my sweet mother.
There was no warning. She had not be ill. My friend received a phone call telling her to come to the hospital immediately, her mother was there with an apparent stroke and it was very serious. It was more than a simple stroke, she never woke up, she was gone. Five hours later her children and husband gathered around her and made the decision to let her go.
I have been thinking about this all week. This could have been my mother. I could have received that phone call, and I would have been planning my mother's funeral over Mother's Day weekend.
But due to the tender mercies of the Lord, I was able to celebrate Mother's Day with my mother. My mother, sister and daughter shared lunch together. We laughed and loved and shared a lovely afternoon.
We gathered together on Sunday at my parent's home, three more families trying to keep the legacy of love and faith strong. Thanks mom - so glad I could hug and kiss you on Mother's Day.
Love ya, Mom
This is the beautiful young woman who first made
me and mother, and now a grandmother.
What a joy to see a daughter loving and teaching
her own children and doing a much better job of it than I did, just like my mother insists about my motherhood.
What do we all think that?
I guess it's because
we only seem to recall
all of our own inadequacies and
weaknesses and not our successes.
Well, we must have done something right, my mother and I, because the
next generation seems to be doing just great!
We each learn from the mother's before us, hopefully we take all
their strengths and build on them.
Hopefully, we temper their weaknesses when they show up in our lives.
Basically, we're all just doing our best.
And that's all He asks.
We love, because we were loved.
We love, because He loves us.
And the tender mercies of the Lord make up the difference.
Here are all my daughters as we gathered in St. George.
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