In April, 2012 my mother turned 91 years young (young she had always been). Shortly after her birthday there began to be changes in her and she needed more and more help. I had been helping her several hours a day for about a year. The middle of June, after a fall took her to the hospital, she then needed someone with her at all times. Then yet another trip to the hospital in July, brought more changes. On July 29, just two years and eight days after God had called my dear husband home, He took my precious Mom.
Finding myself at the beginning of that 'Grief Journey' once again was very surreal. I just wanted to run away, wanted to escape the inevitable pain. It doesn't work, however. The 'pain of grief' catches up to you. In that pain once again, I found Gods Faithfulness and His Strength, to move forward.
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| My precious mom Zada, at 90 |
I learned so many life lessons from my precious Mom. She lived her life in a very positive way. She touched lives with her contagious laugh. The joy that she spread was a joy that came from deep inside. 'Jesus' lived in my Mom and it was so evident in her life, in her actions, in the way she loved, in the way she gave of herself. She lived her life serving Jesus, and her family. Her Family was, 'Her Crowning Glory'. Moms favorite scripture was Psalm 121. Daily, she did, as that scripture says, lifted her eyes to the mountain, her help did come from the Lord, and that is the Legacy she left us. She followed in the "Footsteps of Jesus", so we would be safe "Following In Hers".
