I needed to read this again today. This journey is so hard. I wish I could protect Mama from all the hurt and pain. I wish I could protect myself and my family from losing Mama little by little. But I take comfort in knowing that God is with us. And He is with Mama. Always.
Last night Mama asked, “When I’m old, can I go home?”
And though I half smile at the innocent wonder of her words, I ache inside, as I try to grasp her feelings. She’s in the house she’s lived in for over fifty years—but she wants to go home.
She often hollers out, “Mama! Mama, where are you?” It’s the most frequent cry of her heart.
And I try to imagine what it’s like to not know where you are and to be wanting your mama so desperately and unable to find her… and to have pain and not be able to explain it, and to have needs and not have the words to express to them.
I so want to comfort her and give her peace.
And then I read Psalm 139 this morning. I read about how God knows our thoughts and is acquainted with all our ways…
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