She spent the night in ICU. Alone. Her kidneys were failing. The next morning, as soon as we knew she was there, we raced to the hospital. She was pale and disoriented. We could have lost her.
We sat in the car on a cold night and she showed me her broken heart as she told me about the betrayal.
My mom has known pain and rejection her whole life. She was raised in foster homes, separated from her siblings. Physically and emotionally abused, she grew up afraid and feeling alone.
To look at her, you wouldn't know. She doesn't complain about the trips to dialysis three times a week, four hours each time. She raised five kids. Loved us. Taught us about Jesus. Made sure we had glasses and something to wear on the first day of school. She laughs and takes joy in her grandchildren. She loves.
Brave. Beautiful. Loved. My mom.
So touching. I wrote about my mom for FMF this week too. Praying that we'll become brave women like our mothers!
ReplyDeleteYes! I want to be brave!
DeleteShe is amazing! Brave indeed! Praise the Lord!
ReplyDeleteWhat an inspiring tribute to your mom! Lovely. Incidentally, my blog is also inspired by the idea of God finding beauty in the broken. It almost feels like the Spirit is moving among a lot of us around that theme these days. I love it! We need it. We're all so broken. (And therefore, we're all so beautiful to Him)!
ReplyDeleteI need a "like", no, "love" button on here! Yes, we are beautiful messes in His eyes!
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ReplyDeleteAfter all the pain your mom went through whilst growing up, I am so glad she knew the One who loves her above all others, Her dear Lord Jesus. She has a lovely daughter! My first visit to your blog, thanks.
Blessings from FMF
Mia
May God bless your brave warrior mom.
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