|The photo background of this meme is the lane that led to my mother's childhood home. We always called a visit to this, my grandparents' farm, "Going down home."|
Walking the path of grief over my mother's death is a complicated process. There are many layers to traverse, not only grief, but also a struggle to assess the changes that have occurred in my life over the years I was Mom's primary caregiver, an assignment which lasted nearly a quarter of my life.
Yesterday I used my iPhone's "Find My Friends" feature to see whether my daughter had arrived home safely from a shopping trip. I had a brief, humorous urge to look up my own name to see where I am. There is a sense of needing to gain my bearings as I prepare to move forward to the next phase of my life.
I didn't need to fear this time of grieving as I did. The Lord's grace has seen me through the funeral and each day since. And it is so precious that instead of my being bombarded with the full weight of all I have to face, each day another issue, lesson, or grief has been revealed. In this way I have not been overwhelmed. I've been allowed time and space to pray through each "lesson of the day" and have received the Lord's comfort and instruction.
I am grateful for this gentle unfolding.
Today’s lesson is that Mom is at home. It's wonderful how the Lord made this truth real to me as I looked at a sympathy card with a photo that reminded me so much of the lane that went "down home" to my grandparents' house. The Lord's presence is more blessed, beautiful and perfect than any earthly home we've known; in Him we are perfectly at home.
The Lord is so good to us. Blessed be His Name.
My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.