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She was . . . so kind, so lovely, so brave, so caring. She kept a home worth coming home to. She tried to understand me when it was hard to handle a hormonal teenager morphing into a rebellious young woman. She allowed me to be young for as long as I wanted. She hurt most when I hurt. She wanted to protect me but she gave me great independence because she thought I could handle it. She was a rock and I knew she loved me deeply. She saw me through brown eyes that were losing their vision from Multiple Sclerosis but not their immense love. She died young. At 62. Cancer. 

Jesus took her home and it broke our hearts but not our faith. I love you so much, Mom.

Happy Birthday to you! Jesus, please hug her for me. I know she'll love that.

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3 responses to “Mom”

  1. BK Jackson (@BKJacksonAZ) Avatar

    Our parents leave us much too soon. I still have my mom, who is in poor health, but we never know when our day comes so must treasure the time we have.
    Like you, I have been blessed with wonderful parents. I grieve for those w/broken homes, or who do not truly understand the critical importance of a mother & father in the home.

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  2. Brenda Anderson Avatar

    What a beautiful tribute, Nicole. Thank you for sharing a glimpse of your mom with us.

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  3. Nicole Avatar

    Thank you, Bren. She was a gem. I loved my mom.
    Brenda, I never realized (naive soul) until I got to high school that kids didn’t have great parents. Mine were the best. It’s a shame I didn’t emulate their example for a portion of my life. All I can say is I had it very good, and I’m forgiven. Thank you, Jesus.

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