“Mama, I sure do miss you and wish I’d said ‘I love you’ more often.”
I’m sure each one of you reading this post feel the same way if your mother isn’t with you this Mother’s Day. But a blogging friend of mine sent a post this morning from “Home’s Cool,” entitled “What Would Your Mother Do?” And as I wrote a comment to her post it triggered memories. Memories I’d like to share, hoping we will guard our hearts every moment of every day. Because the Word tells us what comes out of the mouth comes from the heart.
My Mama had a beautiful voice and she loved to sing. And in the spring and summer, when the windows were opened, I could hear her singing a block from home. So could the neighbors. It was no secret Mama loved Jesus.
She also loved to cook and give parties. The proverbial hostess with the mostest, (Be sure to read my December 2012 blog entitled The Invitation.) Mama was kind enough to pass
her cooking genes and her recipes on to me, her grandson, and her granddaughters.
Thought we might incorporate some of Christine Nickels’ recipes in future blogs, maybe even publish Nana’s Cook Book.
Like everyone else, our family was far from perfect. But there were fun times with Mama and Daddy. And times she made certain I memorized God’s Word. And those words, hidden in my heart, saved my life for eternity.
Alzheimer’s began its attack on Mama’s mind before her great grandchildren were born, but she had years to pour her love
onto her grandchildren, and pour she did! Mama said grandchildren were her reward for having children and she loved them “to the moon and back.”
In the final days of her battle with that dreaded disease Mama was hospitalized. We lived in Texas at the time, so my visits were by phone with her nurse. One evening her nurse related Mama had been groaning all day. She had given her medicine, but the sounds continued.
I asked the lady if she was familiar with the old hymns. She replied, “My daddy’s a Baptist pastor.” We laughed and I asked her to lean close to Mama and listen to what she was saying. I waited while she checked.
In a few moments she returned to the phone. “You won’t believe this.” Excitement spilled from her lips. “Your Mama’s singing! Amazing Grace! She’s not groaning, she’s singing!” And we wept, long distance, together.
Alzheimer’s robbed Mama’s memory of her family and her life, but this thief couldn’t steal eternal melodies imprinted in her heart.
And I find myself weeping as I write today. Not tears of pain and grief this time, but tears of thankfulness and joy. Joy in knowing what was in Mama’s heart her last days here on earth. Joy in knowing she’s with our Lord Jesus. And thankfulness for the Mama God chose for me and knowing His promises are true—we will all be together again. Forever.
What is being imprinted in your heart that will last for eternity? Giving thanks or murmuring? Joy or sorrow? Truth or lies?
“My son, give attention to my words; incline your ear to my sayings. Do not let them depart from your sight; keep them in the midst of your heart. For they are life to those who find them, and health to all their whole body. Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life” (Proverbs 4:20-23 NAS).
Sympathetic tears, here, too.
I have heard so often, that the memories of Scripture and hymns are the last memories to go. Once they are gone, it’s all gone.
To me, that is such a comforting knowledge.
Our mother passed quickly–bright and chipper one day and gone the next. But for those who linger, knowledge of the holy continues with them to the end, ever a comfort.
Thank God!
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Katharine, when I responded to your blog yesterday this whole scene replayed in my heart and mind. I’m so thankful for a mother and father who love God and love me. Love your blog always, but especially this week.
DiAne
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Nana’s Cook Book and Tid-Bits, how perfect. I love it when you write about family. Being so far away from all of mine, it kinda fills that “I wish my family was closer” void, makes me laugh/cry even shake my head at times with lots of memories that I thought I had forgotten. Thank you and keep them coming. I love you Aunt DiAne ~ Lisa
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Precious girl, I love you too. We have so much to be grateful for. It’s far past time to move forward to joy and thankfulness for the blessings God has lavished on us. Wish you lived closer too. Thank you Lord for technology that allows us to communicate.
Aunt DiAne
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Reblogged this on MOVING THE ANCIENT BOUNDARIES and commented:
Mother’s Day will be hear … again. And for those of us who’ve lost our mothers, and for mothers who’ve lost their children, this is a difficult time. I ask you to think about sending cards to those mom’s who’ve lost children. We’ve not ceased to be mothers. And remember God uses the dark times in our lives to teach us the most important things about ourselves, but also the amazing wonders of who He is and who we are in Him.
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