Mom’s Time to “Rest”

Filed in Death, Hope, Parenting, Suffering, Uncategorized by on October 16, 2017 1 Comment

No matter how many times you hear the words, “This may be your last day, ” or “You may never see them again,” both statements eventually come true. And no matter how much you try to prepare to lose a loved one, you are never really prepared.

And so it is, one month after publishing a book about dealing with “loss,” and one day after speaking to pastor’s wives about “The Path of Loss”, I received the lifelong dreaded call that my mother had a massive stroke and was not expected to live. Through a cavalcade of tears, I rebooked my flight, rented a car, and arrived by my mother’s bedside to say my goodbye’s. That was last week.

Due to the necessary arrangements that are going to take some time, my posts here may be sporadic. I apologize for that. But I know those who do visit this blog, are the types that have understanding hearts. So thank you for being patient until I am able to get back to normal life again. My mom was one of my chief encouragers, a daily joy, a constant gift, and understanding friend. Her passing is a major blow, but even there, my God has met me and will not fail.

I posted this on Instagram and Facebook off-the-cuff and thought I’d share. It’s not well thought out, only spilled out. That’s kind of what happens with grief…the doorway of your soul springs open and raw emotion spills out.

I held my mom’s hand

For one last time

Felt her warm fingers

That once entwined mine.

The hand that once braided

This head of black hair

The hand that had bandaged

Each wound with such care.

I stared at her palms

And remembered again

The years of my tears

She’d wiped from my chin.

But this time they dripped

An unstoppable flow

And the still small voice

Whispered “time to let go.”

And when the Lord came

Took her laboring breath

Held her heart in His hand

He had freed her through death.

So much sorrow in joy

Now she’s free from all pain

Our deepest loss

Is heaven’s great gain.

No more tears does she cry

No more ache does she feel

No more absence from her longings

No more prayers just to heal.

Soon will be the day

When my hand will yet again

Hold her close with ceaseless joy

I can barely wait ‘til then.

Lord, thank you for her life

And the love she gave to me

Then He spoke straight to my heart

“You’ll be with us eternally.”


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Because of God's infinite grace, I get to be the wife of the most wonderful pastor I know. I'm the mother of a little miracle and stepmother to a treasure. The Lord has used my past jobs of working with families affected by addictions, abuse, and other life tragedies, to help oversee the women's ministry at Calvary Chapel of the Finger Lakes. I couldn't be more thankful for the Lord's entrustment to wear multiple hats of various sizes in the ministry of "life". Praying that each of these things are being used to make me more like my Jesus and bring Him great glory. Though I love all of the Word of God, Philippians 3:10 has become my life verse and Acts 20:24 my ministry pursuit.

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  1. Linda Yardley says:

    When you first posted this my sorrow for you left me utterly speechless. I still have very few words that could speak the depth my heart feels at your words. Your mom was all I never had. I am grateful for the touches I had with her over a few short years. What spilled out on this page, I know she has read from heaven over and over with a joy that will someday replace all tears.

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