As mentioned earlier in this blog, I have a now defunct blog from a year or two ago that I’m deciding what to do with. Rather than cause issues until I can make that decision, I am going to share this post in part here with a link to the post. It is a beautiful story and part of a larger, even more beautiful story that I will probably share as we go.
“My friend’s funeral was amazing, as expected. I knew it would be a glorious uplifting, not only of Melissa, but of the God she so faithfully served. During the open mike period, I stood to give a shortened version of a poem I wrote for my mother and then adapted for my friend. Later, her pastor read a testimony she had given in service, and in it she talked about what I had said. Truly a kiss from God.
I thought I might retell that story here. I won’t tell it as well as Melissa would have, but here goes. My mother had been diagnosed with a rare and aggressive uterine cancer. After a surgery and several chemo treatments (short version) she was given six months to live and placed on hospice. I spent as much of that time as I could with Mom, helping her physically and emotionally to prepare for the end. During part of that time, Mom kept worrying about her relationship with God and if she had done enough and if she really mattered.”
Read the rest of the story here: Please make any comments here instead of at the other blog. :) AND —
*****The poem included in the post has helped several people since its inception. Feel free to use it, changing the name of the person. I would like attribution, but as long as you don’t take credit for it, use your own discretion. Maybe you needed reminded that you matter to God today. Maybe you know someone who needs this reminder. That’s what this poem was written for, so pass it on as a legacy to my beautiful mother and my best friend who now rest in the arms of Jesus. Thanks, Angie