How Do I Say Good-by?
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“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.”
(Isaiah 43:2)
Has it just been a few days ago since I lost Mom? It seems like forever. Her death has brought tears running down my cheeks in never-ending rivers. Congestion choked off my breathing and I cry out to Jesus, “Why can’t I just be calm?”
I thought I had peace in my heart about my Mom’s impending death. She was sick, very sick, and I knew what was coming. But now that her death has become a reality there seems to be no end to the waves of anxiety, depression, rage, despair, agitation, frustration, and every other emotion but peace rushing through my mind. I have so much faith in God, still I did not want my beloved mother to leave and yet, I did not want her to suffer any longer. I have often prayed, "Father, please let it end for her and let her receive her Heavenly reward."
I close my eyes and see the dimming eyes of my precious mother, and best friend. I let the tears flow. I have allowed them to become my river of tears and I thank Him that my Mom is finally in His loving arms. When I picture my Mom’s gentle face, I do not try to block the view. Even though it’s painful to know, I can no longer go into her room and see her, I give thanks and praise to God that He has finally called her Home. She is now enjoying a new life, new legs, and new eyes, as she takes a stroll down Paradise Lane.
I am grateful for God’s faithfulness in granting my prayer to be with my mother in her dying moment. I thank Him for letting me hold her hand so many times. I took part in walking her home to a Father who now strokes her hand and holds her in His everlasting embrace of peace and love forever.
I know I am not finished grieving the loss of my mother... It has only been a few days since she left her earthly home to be with her Savior. I believe that as long as I keep bringing my hurts, my joys, my memories, my pain, and my trials, to my Shepherd, I will not want for anything.
Has it just been a few days ago since I lost Mom? It seems like forever. Her death has brought tears running down my cheeks in never-ending rivers. Congestion choked off my breathing and I cry out to Jesus, “Why can’t I just be calm?”
I thought I had peace in my heart about my Mom’s impending death. She was sick, very sick, and I knew what was coming. But now that her death has become a reality there seems to be no end to the waves of anxiety, depression, rage, despair, agitation, frustration, and every other emotion but peace rushing through my mind. I have so much faith in God, still I did not want my beloved mother to leave and yet, I did not want her to suffer any longer. I have often prayed, "Father, please let it end for her and let her receive her Heavenly reward."
I close my eyes and see the dimming eyes of my precious mother, and best friend. I let the tears flow. I have allowed them to become my river of tears and I thank Him that my Mom is finally in His loving arms. When I picture my Mom’s gentle face, I do not try to block the view. Even though it’s painful to know, I can no longer go into her room and see her, I give thanks and praise to God that He has finally called her Home. She is now enjoying a new life, new legs, and new eyes, as she takes a stroll down Paradise Lane.
I am grateful for God’s faithfulness in granting my prayer to be with my mother in her dying moment. I thank Him for letting me hold her hand so many times. I took part in walking her home to a Father who now strokes her hand and holds her in His everlasting embrace of peace and love forever.
I know I am not finished grieving the loss of my mother... It has only been a few days since she left her earthly home to be with her Savior. I believe that as long as I keep bringing my hurts, my joys, my memories, my pain, and my trials, to my Shepherd, I will not want for anything.
Walk with God, my friends. For in the world of sin where we are living, God is our only way out...This is the way I see it.
Best wishes;
Mary Frances King
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