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John from Kentucky:
My mama died almost two years ago.  She is greatly missed.

It is comforting to know the Scriptural truths about death and the resurrection of the dead and that Jesus is saving everyone.

yello62:
my mother died 23 years ago.  she was a harsh task master.  only by the grace of God, did i come to see her as she truly was; a woman who loved her children very much, and sacrificed herself for their wellbeing. 

Musterseed:
Two years already John. Time seems to pass so quickly. In the twinkling of an eye we will be
reunited . What an amazing gift we are going to receive, to see our loved ones again.
Praise His Holy Name , Jesus Christ our Dear ,Beautiful , Loving Saviour.


God Bless You John ❤️

ML those scriptures make me cry.

The last time I saw my mother, she whispered in my ear as I hugged her” I didn’t mean all the
things I said to you”, before she died. That meant that maybe she did love me afterall. I think
now that it was God’s way of teaching me to forgive her.

yello62:
i had cared for my mother during the illness that killed her.  i cared for her for nine years.  my mother had been a very “powerful” presence when healthy.  the circumstances of life, her own health, my father had early onset alzheimers, and the drugs used to treat her, caused her to deteriorate.  she was a difficult manage, but God provided throughout.

at the end, my mother was moved away to a facility in the bronx, new york area, an area near my oldest sister.

the circumstances that led to her moving were not “ideal”, and left me with a bit of a bad taste in my mouth.  i made the decision that when she was moved to new york, i would not see her again.   

well, The Father had something else in mind.  my mother had a stroke around the christmas holiday of 1994, and was mostly comatose from that point forward.  some time in april of 1995, i was sitting in my apartment when The Father put it on me that i needed to see her before she died.  i wept at the selfishness that i had exhibited in refusing to see her, called my oldest sister in new york to let her know i was coming out that weekend. 

the next day, a thursday, i told my boss i needed that friday off.  i was granted the day.  i got in my car thursday evening, and drove to new york.  unbeknownst to me, my sister visited my sister that thursday, and whispered in my mother’s ear, “mom, jay is coming out to see you.  he’ll be here saturday.”. my sister says there was no response from my mother when told i was visiting.

i got to new york friday night, and after brief conversation with my sister, i slept.  i woke early to get to the facility with time to spend with my mom.   

i made it to the facility, checked in as a visitor, and took the elevator to her floor. when the elevator doors opened, i could here my mother crying my name from her bed.  “JRR...”, “JRR...”. when i walked in her room, she was sobbing, in tears.  i gave her a hug and a kiss.  i apologized for not being there sooner.  we talked, i told her i loved her and appreciated all the sacrifices she had made for her kids.  not a one of us would be whowe are if not for her presence in our lives, and as tough as things were for us, it was all God’s doing for our good. 

we wept some more, and then i left. 

she lingered in a coma for a few more weeks, passing into rest june 13th, 1995.

my mother was one hell of a presence.  her life, and the life of my physical father, are big parts of how i know that God is the placer of all things.  all things, whether we see them as good or bad, are His to give for the fulfillment of His declared word.

Wanda:
Thank God for his mercy. Pamela I believe your mother loved you and one day you will truly believe it, and understand the why of it all.

Tony, I'm sure you've thanked God many times for giving you a different ending.

I remember a song that came out in 1989, the year my brother killed himself. The Living Years, by Mike and the Mechanics. Every generation blames the one before. If many only knew the things someone else has suffered there would be much more forgiveness I think.

If only we really could walk a mile in someone else's shoes.

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