Monthly Archives: April 2016

A Chapter Closed

The span of our life is 70 years, Or 80 if one is especially strong. But they are filled with trouble and sorrow; They quickly pass by, and away we fly. Psalms 90:10

A Chapter Closed

In January of 2015 I wrote a blog post on “Finding Beauty in Small Things” the subject of when an aging parent and child experience a role reversal in which the child becomes the caregiver and finding beauty in small things when circumstances are not always kind.  I wrote that first draft sitting in a hospital room watching over my Mother who was admitted the beginning of 2015. Then 11 months later in December of that year my Mother was back in the hospital for another week stay.  I realized after this it wouldn’t be long before I would have to say goodbye. Sadly March 21, 2016 my Mother quietly passed away at the age of 87.

She was a kind, gentle person and even up to the last days of her life she still managed to muster up a smile. She treasured the thought expressed by a man of God who lived many years ago who asked: “If a man (or person) dies, can he live again? He then answered with; I will wait all the days of my compulsory service until my relief comes. You will call, and I will answer you. You will long for the work of your hands.” Job 14:14, 15

Thus a chapter closed, but it’s not the end of the story. I recall a time when I was quite young walking along with my Mother. My feet and legs were starting to hurt and I began to protest and wanted to stop and not go any further even though there wasn’t much more distance to travel. She used an illustration to help keep me going. She had me look down the street to a stop sign and told me to imagine that on the other side was the fulfillment of all of God’s promises. The ones she had taught me about. She asked; do you think you can make it that far? I said yes, and so it happened. Such was her way of teaching and in way part of her legacy. I still get sore feet and legs, but I haven’t forgotten those words and I still try to look past the stop signs.

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