Sisters, it’s been a year since I lost my mom. I miss her every single day. For anyone who’s experiencing loss, I want to share this entree with you. I actually wrote it 2 1/2 weeks after she passed away. I’ve been waiting for the moment that I felt ready to share, and today is that day, exactly one year from the day she returned home to our Heavenly Father.
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It is only the end of January, and it is already the most difficult year of my life. The Lord called my mother to her heavenly home, and let me say it right now—I was not ready. I mean, think about it, are we ever really ready to say goodbye to someone who shares our very heartbeat? That’s who my mom was to me. It hurts me even now to say “was” instead of “is.” She wasn’t just the woman who gave birth to me and raised me—she was my ace, my confidant, my girl, my road dog, and the “Thelma” to my “Louise.”
And let me be honest, my reaction has been that of her baby girl, not as a minister of the Gospel. I did not feel like Isaiah in Isaiah 6:1-3:
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings: with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one cried to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; The whole earth is full of His glory!”
The Manna Chef 