Wishing Mother’s Day Looked Different
This Mother’s Day doesn’t look exactly like I want it to. We’ve been told that my sis has just weeks to live. She’s still in a Chicago hospital and has survived a blood clot, infection, seizure and mini stroke this week.
My daughter, Amy, came over for breakfast during the week and we searched my stash for just the right tablecloth for her mother-in-law’s memorial scheduled for this Mother’s Day Weekend. We were both sad.
I decided to serve our scrambled eggs on my mom’s Franciscan dishes that morning complete with my lace tablecloth and inherited silverware. I am learning that creative centerpieces are a springboard to interesting conversation, hence the old photos. That’s when our breakthrough came. As we held each photo, we realized how blessed we are with the moms, grandmas and aunties that have sprinkled our lives. We belong to a loving family and God has also blessed us with loving friends.
We are thankful people. My pastor said it well when she reminded me that a garment of praise replaces a spirit of heaviness, Isaiah 61:3. A little bit of pink, a little lace and pretty candles help too!
We attended the memorial today for Amy’s mother-in-law. Her kids did a great job honoring their mom and our melted hearts healed. I am so proud of them.
My sister may be leaving the hospital tomorrow to spend her final days in hospice at home.
Tears fall, but God is still in control and always loving His children. He has given us a weapon of praise and thanksgiving and nothing can take away the joy of our salvation. Oh, I hope this encourages some today who, like us, wish Mother’s Day looked brighter this year.