After school it worked out that the girls were going to be spending some time with Nana (J's mom) and Aunt Emily and her three boys, so I had a bit of time after my appointment to grab a yellow rose, as I do every year, and drop it by the most gorgeous cemetery ever.
As I stood in the bitter cold, I dropped the rose, and the Spirit came over me to sing: "Because He lives, I can face tomorrow, because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, and life is worth the living just because He lives."
My mind was flooded with memories of standing in the church just a few hundred feet away singing that hymn beside momma and how she used to belt the chorus (she couldn't carry a tune, but she'd always know the melody of the chorus-and it was the Gaithers, come on!) on Sunday mornings right around Easter.
Just thinking of those words, words that she really thought were true-life WAS worth living to her as she "fault life's final war with pain"- over the years there has been such profound emptiness, beyond words to explain to anyone, of what's it like to lose my mother at such a young age. BUT in those same years, there has been ABUNDANTLY more fulfillment and joy and overflow of His grace, blessing, and provision in my life. Yes, I still cry. Yes it still hurts. Yes, this day was sad because I miss my momma.
But there's a greater joy in the resurrection of Jesus. And there's no fear for it really is a life conquering death scenario every. single. day. And life is worth the living simply because He lives.
Yet a little while and the world will see me no more, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live. (John 14:19 ESV)
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