I drove home to birmingham from Macon Ga, Sunday night with my sweet little buddy graham. Daddy and miss ellie had a daddy daughter date in his truck. It was a heart battle to leave Macon Ga, as I said goodbye to my precious god fearing me me. I didn't want to leave b/c i felt like my heart was leaving her forever, but my soul told me different. Heaven is one glorious place. A place we will worship jesus, where the rain drops sing praises to the lord. Can you imagine? Glorious! Indecribable.
I drove listening to praise songs, sang some, felt complete peace through most, and cried tears of thanksgiving as some songs exploded about the praises of heaven. My me me taught me that love is the most precious gift given. She had her most earthly prized things- the things she needed all in her walker bag her last days. She loved her lipstick, lotion, glasses, tissues, and tums! Her Bible was always with her as well. I held it this weekend, and just ran my hands over her preicous scribbles, the tattered pages and cover showed her daily devotion. She moved me.
She is home now. Forever- she is free from pain free from memory loss, able to sing, worship, talk, and visit with so many she loved that have already gone before her.
My me me didn't have an easy life in her earlier days, but she chose to always stay possitive, to see the best in everything, and forgive and forget. Life is too short she would say. Just love, love, love.
As I mourn through this time in my life, I miss her grately. I will miss the letters on my birthday, my kids birthdays, with scriptures in them. I will miss her hands, painting her nails, the warmth she gave when she loved or hugged you, her adorable giggle, and her voice as she prayed.
But, today I have hope. Hope that there is a God. A God that was gracious and loving to give me a sweet me me. A lady to love my dear mom, that she left so many traits of hers in my mom. I am one blessed lady to have two ladies leading before me to show me, Jesus. Thank you Lord. I pray that through this mourning state that the hope will outshine the pain, and that God will let me see His face as I miss me dear me me. I am pressing in to him, and stand holding on to hope.
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