On the Second Anniversary of My Mother’s Death

Today, the sun came out, after a stint of gray weather. It brightened the office later morning. This afternoon it sparkled on the little pond outside my window. It took its time settling into twilight, stretching a pink, then salmon, then deep magenta band over the horizon.




Today, I remembered the long, dark night my mother lay dying in her room and that awful, final exhale just before sunrise two years ago.


Yet, I could feel the wonder of tonight’s lovely sunset, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to do again.


And today I felt joy. Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to grasp again.


Today I graded children’s Bible lessons in a room Mom had described to me. In some way, perhaps, I was taking part in something she remembered. But it wasn’t just that. It was (and is) a work that reaches beyond her or me or the four walls of the building. A work reaching not just around the nation and the world, but into eternity.


As I wrote little encouraging notes to each student, I felt as if I were making deposits of life into children’s lives.


What better way to live out the legacy of my mother’s life, the fruit of her years raising and loving me with the light and life of Christ?


Today, I know my mother is happy. She’s smiling, surrounded, perhaps, by children and adults who were touched by her love and service, undoubtedly surprised at how many there are.


Today I thank God for the privilege of being Sandy’s daughter. And I thank God for His healing comfort that breathes new opportunities for eternal fruit in every season of life.



One Response to “ “On the Second Anniversary of My Mother’s Death”

  1. Dianne says:

    I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to face the memories again. So glad you had the opportunity to be a part of this!

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