I traveled to Alabama yesterday to spend the day with my mother. She is now 89 and struggling both physically and mentally. In some ways I think she is slipping away from us.
As I traveled both to and from my visit, I had a lot of time to think, pray, and reflect.
My brother and I would both agree we were raised by a wonderful woman. She was a good wife and a great mother.When I think about her, these are the things that matter most to me.
Though young (I was Born a week after she turned 19), she had amazing common sense and powerful biblical wisdom. She knew the Bible and knew how to apply it. She led me to faith in Christ by quoting Acts 16:31.
I was tremendously blessed by her positive attitude toward life. I remember during what at the time seemed like the darkest moment of my life (I had a crushed arm and was about to be operated on for appendicitis) she reminded me that God was in charge and that He had a plan for our lives. Boy, did she have that right.
I never saw my mother depressed or distant. She always had a positive outlook on life. I probably don’t have to remind you how wonderful it is to grow up in a home like that.
My mother loved the church and believed in it, but she also had a realistic outlook on people. She wasn’t naïve, and she didn’t quit.
As I see my mother struggling, it frankly breaks my heart. I am thankful for the wonderful hope we have in Christ—the hope she continues to believe and the hope on which we depend.
Because Christ lives “We do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at things which are seen, but at things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:16-18).