Saturday marks the one year anniversary of the day that my Mom took her final breath on earth and entered into the very presence of her King and her Savior. She crossed the finish line. She heard “well done my good and faithful servant”. Any brokenness healed. Any pain now gone. Any spot removed. Any sorrow now joy. I sit here tonight and envision a moment so incredible I can only describe it with one word….
You may think it odd. It feels a bit strange to even type that knowing the hole that is left in my heart. There’s a void that only a Mom can fill. There’s a hurt that only a mothers touch can mend. Yet 365 days later I would describe this moment as “beautiful”? Yes I would.
Because it is.
When I think of her radiance as she is now at the foot of her King, it’s beautiful.
When I think of the lives she brought to Jesus in her time on this earth, it’s beautiful.
When I consider the grace she extended to a Son that needed much of it, it’s beautiful.
It’s the anchor I cling to and the joy I find in our loss. For it is our loss and Heavens gain. I miss you Mom yet I know, you are where you most longed to be and it is nothing short of beautiful.