Well I have made it over half way through my 31 day blogging challenge. I’m not sure how many people have read my posts or how many loves I’ve touched, but I have enjoyed doing this and it has brought great joy to me.
I will be honest and say it has not been easy everyday to do, but it seems like once I started the Holy Spirit spoke to me and gave me the words to write.
I would like to be able to finish this because it would bring me so much joy, but I know I’m bad for letting the devil stop me from doing something I know is good and right. I’m bad for letting myself think I’m not good enough or capable of doing anything. I have been trying to figure out what to write about today, and I have hit several brick walls. However, I’m going to write what the Holy Spirit lays on my heart and I know it will be full of joy.
I was with my mother most of the day Tuesday. (She is having cataract surgery in a few weeks, please keep her in your prayers.). I have to say that being with her brings me so much joy.
My mom has always been the strongest woman I know. It took me years to figure some of this out. I look back now and do not know how she let me go off to college, while her husband laid at Duke in ICU in critical condition. She told me I needed to live my life and she would be fine and daddy would be fine. I just don’t know if I’m that strong.
My mom always went without when I was growing up so her children could have what they needed. She worked 2 jobs, about 60 hours a week, after my dad had to go on disability so they would not loose the house and land.
She has never been a sad person. My mom, even through loosing her husband and son, always saw the joyful side. I’m not saying she wasn’t sad and did not mourn, but she also knew they were okay and she would be also. She would always find something to laugh about.
Spending time with her now is so precious. I took her for her first pedicure on Mother’s Day this year and she loved it. We try to go every month or so now. I cherish every moment I have with her.
I pray I am as joyful as she is when I’m 73 and I pray I show my son the love and joy she shows me.
Thank you Lord for giving me to her and her to me.