On my birthday, I resolved to begin each new day of the coming year by reminding myself, “This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it!”
I must admit the past couple of days posed a challenge to this resolution.
I got a message from one of my sisters telling me that Mom – who had been in hospice care since May – might not make it through the night.
“How can I possibly rejoice in a day that may include the loss of a person I love dearly?” I asked God as Pete and I drove the two-and-a-half hours up to the farm where Mom lives, and where my sisters and I grew up.
I prayed and hoped against hope that we would make it there in time for me to hug Mom and talk to her at least once more.
Thankfully that prayer was answered. Mom did survive long enough for me to get there and hug her good-bye.
My last words to her were, “I love you!”
Her last words to me were, “I love you too!”
“We need to regard each day we still have her as a blessing,” my husband had said repeatedly over the past few weeks.
I was indeed blessed to have that last day with her. Thanks be to God!
I know she is now with God and happily reunited with Dad, whom she has missed terribly over the past six years.
One of my sisters snapped this photo of the sun rising on our family farm. I think it makes the perfect background for Psalm 118:24.