Do you remember what you were doing a year ago at this time? How about five years ago at this yime? Many people don’t remember what they did yesterday.
Five years ago, this month, my mom passed away. She was the sweetest person and at 85 years of age, she had all her faculties in prime order. She could remember where every picture she ever made was taken, and who everyone in the picture was. She could tell you where to put something for her….and when she asked for it, and you forgot you even put it somewhere for her; she would tell you exactly where it was and the day she told you to put it there.
In her last months, sitting in her recliner, she decided to tell me her life story. “Get a pen, a journal and sit over there in that chair, because I want to tell you about my life so you will understand your mama better when I go home to Jesus.” Being her obedient child, I did as she asked and each day for weeks, she shared a portion of her life from the time of her birth, as related to her by her mama, till she got sick and come to live with me. Some things I knew, but many things I learned, listening, as she sometimes got a far away look on her face, making me think she was there again…
The day she began talking about her and daddy getting married, she smiled, put her finger next to her nose, and said, “there are some things about your daddy that I’m going to tell you that I don’t want you to write about. So put your pen and journal away and just listen. This is between you and me.”
Some things I knew, but some things made my mouth drop open that she knew about that I had been trying to keep from her. She smiled as she said, “You thought I didn’t know what I just told you and you are shocked I told you, right?” Well, yes! I was shocked. Mama never let on she was aware of the things we all tried to keep her from finding out about our sweet hardhearted daddy.
My daddy was a wild man in his younger days and not much changed after he married mama. Mama was a good as gold woman whose heart was perfect before God even thought she had never met God…she didn’t drink, smoke, cuss, gossip, or run with women who did. She worked hard, raised her kids with discipline and a wooden paddle. She took care of everyone, cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, and hand waxing her hardwood floors. She was a disciplined woman.
She continued talking about her husband and her family and her ability to know things we all thought was hidden from her. I sat quiet as a mouse as she told me the reason she knew all the things she knew, was caused by visions she had when something was wrong, and she could see everything that was happening. She said, “at first it bothered me, but finally I accepted it. I never told anyone what was happening and what I knew or saw. I prayed a lot about it. But it always happened when something wasn’t right. I always got the feeling something was about to happen and it always did. I saw it in a vision.” She had never told another living soul about this, but her best friend had figured it out, she told me with a smile from ear to ear.
“When I got saved, after Jason died, things changed a lot. I realized it was Jesus showing me these things because He loved me. Now I have peace about everything in my life. One day soon, I am going home to be with Jesus. I will be well, no more pain, and I will be able to do all the things I want to do. You will be happy for me. One day you will be there with me. We will all be together again.” Mom finished her story before she went home and left me with a new level of relationship with her. She was a good mama and God loved her from the beginning and He never let go of her.
Where will I be in a year from now? Where will you be?
I know I want to grow in grace and love for the God who gave me eternal life and loves me more than I can imagine. I want to stay in relationship with Him that will be pleasing to Him. He says, Come unto me, all you who labor and I will give you rest. I want to rest in Him daily.
How about you?