Dear reader Lyn of New Things has lost her mother. For many months now, she has been by her mother’s bedside, caring for her, loving her, knowing this moment would come. But the story she tells of her mother’s homecoming is so tender and loving, I feel I must share part of it with you and then urge you to make haste to her site to read the rest of it. The note Lyn’s young daughter writes to her Grandma is particularly touching …. and wise. Here’s a brief excerpt of Lyn’s story:
The day before Mom’s homegoing, her nurse was in her room, and could see that she was getting close to that point. She told us that if we had anything we needed to tell her, we needed to do so, because she was very close. We all began blessing her with words that we had stored in our hearts. There were tears shed as we prepared ourselves to let go, but Mom was not ready. She held on, and even pulled out of her deep sleep to laugh and eat and hug her grandbabies goodnight one last time. So much better did she appear, that the nurse called off 24 hour care and went home. Momma said “tell him he can go home, we don’t need him here.“ He checked her lungs–miraculously clear, breathing wonderfully! Her color had returned, as did her strength and her wit. She spoke of how it was time now for her “Homecoming†and what a wonderful day it would be. She wondered aloud if there would be any pain when it came that time, and over and over again, she said “Wonderful Homecoming,” “Wonderful Day.â€
Please go read the whole story. It is so moving.
Thanks Tracey for linking to this. What a beautiful story. This lady must have been magnificent!
Thanks Tracey, you have brought so much comfort through your words and sentiments!
Rachel…I wish you could have known her. We were visiting with her pastor the day before she passed and we told him that in the margins of Proverbs 31, (in the newer translations!) there was a postscript with Momma’s name and phone number just in case anyone needed a real life example. Poor Lemuel…he was just born too soon, wait a few hundred years, and he wouldn’t have to ask “Who can find a virtuous woman?” It would have to be re-written to read “Hey, look, here she is…the virtuous woman!”
Lyn — I SO wish I could have known her. What a role model you had in her. Wonderful. I am so sorry, again, that she is no longer with you.