Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I was very aware I was being told to blog about mothers today. I woke up this morning to the telephone ringing and it was our youngest son at the Phoenix Greyhound terminal calling to tell me his brother wasn't on the bus and the terminal said there was another bus coming late, but no other information...I will blog about Greyhound later.
Unfortunately for him, his brother when I last spoke to him, knew he was taking the bus to Phoenix, but didn't have any further information on the bus route with the exception it would be going through Los Angeles.
While on the telephone with him, an old friend called in tears telling me her ex-husband was dying of cancer and she wanted us to know before it hit the internet gossip lines. My heart breaks for him, but I believe from what she told me, he has made his peace with God and he has been doing everything in his power to make things right with his family.
Okay Lord, I am awake now! So, as usual, I make my coffee and check my Email and my baby sister writes me she just received a letter from our mother telling her what she wanted her to have when she passes on. Knowing I am the one who speaks to mother every other day or so, she wanted my take on what was going on.
Where is a bagel and some yogurt when I need it?
Holy Spirit come, visit with me awhile and let me know what I am supposed to post on. I haven't a clue, but I have a title. Yes, I know that I cannot mother everyone that needs it and yes, I know that Jesus is the ultimate comforter.
So, I look up passages on mother in the bible and all of a sudden it hits me! I am not supposed to be writing about mothers, but being born. All of us are born, well, at least I think we are because I haven't met anyone sane that claims to have been hatched or dropped out of a tree.
Ecclesiastes 3:2 tells us that there is 'A time to be born And a time to die.' There is no denying none of us will be here forever, none of us will take what we have with us, so all we can do is to give it our best shot. Sometimes we fall on our faces, but most of the time we are on our feet.
As a mother, we are protective of our children. As they grow up and older, we do all we can to protect them and care for and love them and we cry over their hurts and we hide ours. When they turn 18 and leave home or when they do leave home, we pray over them and can only hope we gave them enough skills to get them through. Some make it and some get sidetracked trying to make it.
But whether they are doing well or in jail, we pray over them, we write to them, we visit them and try to keep the lines of communication open and no matter how hurt we are or how angry, our hearts break like shattered glass.
Jesus also cries over them and He cries over and for us because He knows first hand the pain that we feel and He offers another way to live, but choosing Him. We cannot live on this earth forever, but there is a kingdom in heaven we all can share. Some come in the hard way and go out the hard way. Some learn young and follow Jesus all their lives. Some wait until they are older and still some wait until the very last minute on their death beds when they realize how scary death can be without Jesus.
John 3:3 & 6 tells us that Jesus answered Nicodemus: ' Most assuredly, I say to you, unless one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.' (3:3) and 'That which is born of the flesh is flesh and that which is born of the spirit is spirit.' (3:6). While many people may have the Holy Spirit living within them, I have no met anyone that was born as a spirit.
All around me lately, I am learning so many people have cancer and these people are having to make a decision not only on whether to go for treatment or not, but whether to follow Jesus and go to heaven.
We can protect our children, but we can't make their decisions for them. Sooner or later, they will do something they don't want to tell us about, but they know they can tell Jesus and He will wash their pain and sin away.
I don't know what holds tomorrow. Sometimes like many of us, I wish I did at times. I wish I could visit my mother with the grandchildren she loves so much and take all of her pain away. I wish they would have moved up this way a year ago. I wish I had the money to visit her. I wish I could take all of her pain and suffering away. I can't, but I know Jesus can give her the peace she needs to continue her fight.
So, as we get older, we that are mothers, begin to parent our parents and no matter what has happened in our lives before, no matter how many people we have seen pass on, when it comes to our mother, watching them fade away, is the saddest thing we can ever watch next to loosing a child.
Have you called your mother lately? Have you gone to visit your mother? Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Don't you think it is time to give it up and give it to Jesus and to call your mom and say, I love you?