Happy Mother's Day!

This isn't a typical AHOP post, but I am especially missing and thinking of my own mother this Mother's Day weekend.

My mom left me relatively early in my life. I was barely 32-years-old. Some girls lose their moms earlier than that, so I guess I should feel fortunate to have had her with me as long as I did, but I feel cheated sometimes....I wasn't ready for her to go. But her health was bad and it really was best for her. I just miss her. 

Since mom's passing in 1990, I have been blessed with several women in my life who are 'like a mother.'  I love them for it and feel so fortunate that they love me enough to consider me 'like a daughter.'  

My mom loved to read the bible. And she didn't just read it, she studied it like a theology professor. She used to type her favorite scriptures on little pieces of paper and would tuck them away in her bible. She gave me a few of them to refer to throughout my life. 

Several years had passed after my move to Charlotte in 1991 when I was going through a hard time (which isn't unusual when you're by yourself.) One Saturday I was cleaning out my closet and I saw a little slip of paper on the closet floor...it must of fallen out of a box. And right in the middle of whatever my little crisis was at the time, I found this:
 

You might call it a coincidence. I like to call it a miracle. 

Mom was still comforting me. This is now in a place where I see it often. I seem to need it more often. Life is not always kind and it can be down right cruel sometimes. I especially love this because it is from her typewriter, long before computers. After I married in 1977 and flew the coop, she turned my bedroom into a little office (celery green shag carpet and all!) I can still hear those typewriter keys pecking away.

I believe this is the only scripture that survived a few moves, however, I wouldn't put it passed my mom to place another in my path when I'm going through another crisis, and I can assure you there will be another. And if it's not in paper next time, I will hear her still small sweet voice in my head and she will comfort me again.

"Everything I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my darling mother."

Thanks Mom...I love you.   

♥