As I sat at my kitchen table this morning with my husband and 3 boys (the girls are at a sleepover), I found myself staring out my kitchen window. And then I realized, I was remembering...
My hands triggered the memories.
My hands?....... yes
They resemble my mom's. As I get older, they look more and more like hers.
And as I peered out the window noticing the sunshine in all its glory, I began to remember her.
I remembered her sweet embrace,
her beautiful face,
her veiny hands,
her pretty brown eyes,
the love she unconditionally gave to me.
I realized that I don't talk about her much on my blog.
She's gone now. She went to be with the Lord in July, 2004.
We had our moments as every mother and daughter does and maybe that's what keeps me from pondering and writing.
The fact remains that she was one of my heroes.
She cheered me on always.
She believed in me as a person.
And even though she wasn't always happy in her marriage to my dad, she taught me the importance of being a devoted, loving wife; one that pays attention to her husband and his needs.
She showed me how to carry myself as a woman.
She told me I was smart and that I can achieve great things. And I have.
And after the Lord got a hold of my heart, brought me to my knees, and I received him as my Lord and Savior, I had the privilege of praying with my mom years later so that she could be a Daughter of the King as well.
How beautifully sweet.
And when I was growing up, she would sing this song to me,
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy, when times are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.
And when she was in the hospital and her life was coming to an end, I sang that song right back to her. She was in a coma, but she smiled as I sang and with great difficulty her face gently moved.
I love that my sweet Jesus can use the bulging veins on my hands to remind me of one of THE most important people in my life.