I’m a big boy now, all grown up…
Been through a lot. Travelled some rocky roads. Been injured, been sick, lost jobs, lost friends, seen trouble, been in fistfights. Worked hard for a lotta years, raised kids, lived and died with their troubles too. Still do. But I am still standing.
Nevertheless… Sometimes I want my mommy.
It’s her birthday today. She would’ve been… let’s see… um… old.
She’s been gone almost three years now. A lot of people are missing her today. She’s a very miss-able person. I could go on and on about her but I will spare you, plus I don’t want to get all blubbery.
I have been at peace with her passing ever since, but especially those first few days and weeks. Not that I ever had any doubts about my mom’s eternal future–she loved Jesus with her whole heart–but right after she died I was absolutely overwhelmed with assurance that, after a rough life, she was truly home. I can’t explain it exactly, but I had a feeling of great joy at her homecoming, like some of the heavenly joy of that great celebration leaked over to me.
I tried to hold onto that feeling but it has mostly faded to head knowledge rather than heart. I remember it though. I remember that it was God who comforted me when I needed it the most, just like it was Him who helped me along my rocky roads. He is the reason I am still standing, hope intact. He is My Rock. I will never be shaken.
Thanks for pointing me to Him, Mom. Happy Birthday. I love you.