One year ago today, at 7:45am, Jesus called my Mama home.
Home.
That was the word she said over & over during the last 45 minutes of her life. With each breath out she said that word, and it still rings so loudly in my heart. She is home. She is healed. She is whole. She is experiencing fullness of joy & pleasures forever more. She is in the arms of her Savior.
Laura Ingalls Wilder once said, "Home is the nicest word there is." I love that, and I stand in full agreement of that. Is there any word that stirs up more feelings of love, comfort and safety than the word home?
Home.
I think that is where the sadness & sorrow sting the most....when I remember what home felt like with my Mom there. The absence of her makes it feel, well, not the same. There is still so much there to love & to cherish....no doubt about that truth. But when the connotation of home changes, there is this feeling within that the stitching around your heart is coming undone.
Again today, I am reminded that this world is NOT my HOME. This life hurts--there is sadness and pain, brokenness & longing. We were not made for this place. We are sojourners--journeying towards our true home. One day we will reach the shores of heaven & all will be set to right. Home will be a place that never fades, never changes, always satisfies. Our temporary home here on earth will never satisfy--it wasn't made to. There will always be too many good-byes while we walk this earth. I am so thankful that heaven will only be full of hello's.
Maranatha Lord Jesus--come quickly! The song on my lips and the cry of my heart is COME Lord, carry us HOME. Take this world...give me Jesus. You are enough--you are all I want. In you is my Home.
Today I will celebrate the life of my Mama. I will cry. I will think fondly on sweet memories. My heart will ache. I will probably laugh at funny stories. I will honor her. But most of all, I will pray God's Kingdom come, His will be done--on earth, as it is in heaven. Come Lord--carry us HOME.
Laura Ingalls Wilder once said, "Home is the nicest word there is." I love that, and I stand in full agreement of that. Is there any word that stirs up more feelings of love, comfort and safety than the word home?
Home.
I think that is where the sadness & sorrow sting the most....when I remember what home felt like with my Mom there. The absence of her makes it feel, well, not the same. There is still so much there to love & to cherish....no doubt about that truth. But when the connotation of home changes, there is this feeling within that the stitching around your heart is coming undone.
Again today, I am reminded that this world is NOT my HOME. This life hurts--there is sadness and pain, brokenness & longing. We were not made for this place. We are sojourners--journeying towards our true home. One day we will reach the shores of heaven & all will be set to right. Home will be a place that never fades, never changes, always satisfies. Our temporary home here on earth will never satisfy--it wasn't made to. There will always be too many good-byes while we walk this earth. I am so thankful that heaven will only be full of hello's.
Maranatha Lord Jesus--come quickly! The song on my lips and the cry of my heart is COME Lord, carry us HOME. Take this world...give me Jesus. You are enough--you are all I want. In you is my Home.
Today I will celebrate the life of my Mama. I will cry. I will think fondly on sweet memories. My heart will ache. I will probably laugh at funny stories. I will honor her. But most of all, I will pray God's Kingdom come, His will be done--on earth, as it is in heaven. Come Lord--carry us HOME.
Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
(The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis)
{{{HUGS}}} to you, Rachel. Big, long, tight hugs to you.
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Remembering with you, burdened for you and lifting you up to the Father who will continue to sustain you. I love you dearly friend :0)
ReplyDeleteI've had the blog up for days -- 11 days -- waiting for a quiet moment to read and think and pray. Tonight waiting for Mac to get home from Refuge I read it and ached. Then I watched the still familiar video. She is incredibly beautiful. Thank you.
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