Last night, after going through Mama’s night time routine, I tucked her into bed and then I climbed in next to her for a few minutes. The quilt was tucked up around Mama’s shoulders and underneath her chin as she laid on her side facing me. She seemed more alert than usual, and kept looking at me with her blue eyes wide open, looking so sweet and content all tucked cozy into bed, she reminded me of an innocent child.
I put my arm around her and patted her back. I recited a few favorite Bible passages. I stroked her hair and prayed with her and sang “What a Friend we Have in Jesus.” I reminded her what her own name is and listed her siblings and her home town and so forth. She didn’t respond, but she kept looking at me like she was interested.
After a few minutes her eye lids began drooping, so I thought I should leave and let her sleep. I said, “I love you, Mama.”
I got no response. I tried again, “I love you so much, Mom.” Again, no response.
I kissed her cheek, and said once more, “I love you, Mama.”
And she answered, with no question in her voice, “You really do.”
“Yes, Mama. I really do.”
And I left smiling, with my own sense of sweet contentment. Dad would soon take his place in bed, cuddling up to Mama. God was watching over them both.
And Mama knew I really loved her.
“I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; for You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.” Psalm4:8