Last week my mom suffered two strokes, one on either side of her brain. I knew I’d be coming up on some hard decisions this week and truthfully, being fearful of what I faced, I cried out to God for some clear answers. When I got to the hospital this morning I was reminded of His faithfulness. A faithfulness my mom made sure she taught me about early on. In light of these recent events I thought it only fitting to share with you this post I wrote about my mom one month shy of a year ago.
I sat across the table from the small-framed lady with the silky smooth skin who once knew the answers to the toughest questions in the world.
But not today.
The hands of clock have changed the times.
Changed the answers.
My mom Hazel, turned 91 years old yesterday. The ending of her stories don’t sound the same anymore. She can’t remember them. She’s losing her memory and it bothers her.
It bothers me too.
She was always there for me, from finding puppies and kittens on the side of the road to mending broken hearts by the side of my bed. From picking out a college to picking out a wedding dress.
She was there.
Growing up, she wanted me to know our family heritage. Where we came from. Who we were.
I was more interested in boyfriends, girlfriends, driving, and sleep-overs. Then it was raising kids, date nights, and company trips.
Today I want to know all I didn’t, and she can’t tell me.
Sure we’ve had our differences over the years. Maybe more than others. But she gave me three invaluable treasures time cannot steal away.
She taught me:
1. Jesus loves me.
2. To pray about everything.
3. And that God is my constant, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
God is never-changing, steadfast, dependable, faithful, trustworthy, truthful, righteous. He keeps His promises. He answers prayers. He always there. He never let’s go.
And He never grows old.
He will never forget who we are, where we came from, or where we’re going.
And as believers we know He has sealed us for all eternity. Amen!
We can’t stop time, it changes. But that’s okay because God doesn’t.
Today, I may need to remind the small-framed lady with the downy-white hair and silky skin what day of the week it is, but because of her, I don’t have to be reminded that God will always be my constant. In this ever-changing world, I know I can count on a never-changing God.
~Love you Mama, Mizpah~
May the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another.