It’s been a little over six months since my mom passed away.
I finally feel like I have enough strength to try writing again.
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Last summer, when my mom was quite sick with the cancer that
eventually killed her, I was struggling more than I ever had before. I was on
my way up to see her and stopped to spend some time with friends in South
Carolina . I joined them for their Sunday church
service, before heading the rest of the way up to Franklin ,
North Carolina to see my parents. The
worship team began to play a very familiar song that I had sung many times
before. I began to sing with no specific emotion, as often happens when you
know a song so well. “Forever Reign” by Hillsongs. It got to the chorus of the
song which says,
“Oh, I’m running to Your arms, I’m running to Your arms. The riches of
Your love will always be enough. Nothing compares to Your embrace, Light of the
World forever reign.”
I was suddenly hit like a brick. A wave of intense grief
washed over me. I though, “I don’t want to run to anyone’s arms but my
mother’s.” She was the one that had been there for me all my life. We were not just
mother and daughter, we were best friends. She was my cheerleader, my support,
my counselor, the first person I wanted to share news with. I just couldn’t stop
weeping with the thought that God wasn’t going to heal her in this life. He was
going to take her to her heavenly home, despite what everyone’s hopes and
prayers were. I wanted more than anything to be able to always run into her
arms.
I started to question, “Would God’s love be enough?” It
didn’t feel like it! I just wanted my mom. I started wrestling my thoughts with
God. “Why do you have to take her? Will I still love you the same? How can I go
on without my biggest supporter?”
My answer finally came. Where else would I go?
Just like Simon Peter, when most of the disciples had left,
said in John 6:68…
“Lord, to whom shall
we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know that you are the
Holy One of God”
I realized the only one that had truly been there for me all
my life without fail was Jesus. I didn’t grow up in a Christian home. My
parents did not become believers until I was in my late teens. I had attended
church my whole life, but my family wasn’t saved. God was the one who was with
me always. Where else could I turn?
To be honest, it was with great trepidation that I settled
with that. I was mad at God. I knew he would take her, but I also knew I had no
where else to go. I realized I could be mad at God and still love and follow
him. I felt like David in Psalm 22.
“O my God, I cry out
by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent. Yet you are
enthroned as the Holy One”
I realized I could be in those two places at once. I could
be upset and questioning and yet still know that God is on the throne and He is
good. I never understood that before that point in time.
Now almost a year from that day, I am no longer mad. I know
that God spared her of suffering. I still miss her everyday. I always will. I
now have a peace that God will carry me through and make me stronger.