One year ago this morning, at 7:28 a.m., my mother opened her eyes and took her first breath in heaven. Faith became sight. Sickness became healing. Fear became joy. Worry became eternal peace. Jesus Christ took her weary hand in His nail scarred hand. She was given a robe and a crown. A saint returned home.
And heaven rejoiced.
I love you so much, mom. I miss you with an ache that is almost physical. The weight of grief is the hardest burden I've ever carried. It never gets any easier. I will miss you until my last breath. You were wonderful and I'm so thankful you were my mother. I hope I've made you proud.
Though I fail Him many times, I'm following Jesus just like you taught me. So when you see me crossing the Jordan River one day, please come running to me. I'll be running to you.