A Tribute to my Mother
Today it is rainy and dark in Vancouver although it is ten am. The bleak overcast day is gloomy and complied with the date of February 17th, my Mother’s birthday, the melancholy day is trying to take away my peace. My mother, Irene Blue, was my friend and spiritual partner. She was very dear to me, teaching me how to love, depend upon, and follow God when times are hard. Yes, I miss her dearly, and today reminds me of the times we spent together. Nevertheless, in all things, God is good; just like the rain stops, so did my pain over her loss.
Through her prayers, my mother asked God to pull me from some dark places in my life, and true to his word, he was faithful and continued calling out to me trying to direct me even when I refused to hear. Now I thank God that my mother was there, and mostly I thank Him that He heard her prayers and welcomed me back into His loving arms. My life, as so many other people, was like the prodigal son’s story in the bible; how happy his father was when his son returned home after living in the pleasures of the world. The parable relates to God’s love to for us, Luke 15:32 (KJV) tells me the father said, “It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.”
My mother always says she stood on the blessing of the prophet Isiah, and although she saw no evidence of peace in my life, she believed that God’s word was true and one day I would hear Him and respond to His voice. Isaiah 54:13 (KJV) says, “And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.” Watching her stand on God’s word and seeing the joy in her face when I decided to give my life back to God again, I too learned to pray and believe on this scripture. I have faith in God’s love for my own son; as I mentioned in a prior post, God is faithful and He is helping my son along as well; giving him the job he desired with a decent enough income in order to survive in these trying times.
Because of this true evidence in my life, and in the life of others I know; I want to say to anyone praying for a child, remember God is faithful. Although it looks like your prayers are going into empty space, please understand that it is not. Just give God a little time, and keep praying.
My mother always reminded me when times were difficult to glorify God for his goodness, be patient for an answer to my prayers, ask God to forgive me if I was doing wrong, and stop doing it; and lastly, she told me to work hard for my dreams. Working hard for my dreams was truly the only thing I actually took to heart as an adult, excelling in college and employment. The other two, I am sad to say I put on the back burner of my life.
A house cleaner for most of her life, my mother cleaned other people’s homes for a little money; this was something she said she never wanted for me and prayed hard for God to give me a much better life than she had. This not to say that being a house cleaner is a bad or lowly position, God respects every one regardless of his or her rank or position in life; also, her meager wages supplied food, clothing, and shelter for me and my sibling, and most of all, we were happy. She only wanted better for me, just as any other parent wants for their child. When she saw me excel in knowledge and education, she was thrilled that God answered her prayers, but filled with sorrow that I did not follow her other pieces of advice. “Zola if you take all that knowledge you have and use it for God, you would do much better,” she always said to me; I always laughed her off then, but now I know she was right and thank God, she or He did not give up on me. How thankful she was to God, when I decided to write spiritual uplifting stories about God’s love and goodness.
My mother never worried, once she prayed she left her concern with God, and believed He would answer. She held firm to 1st Corinthians 10:13 (KJV) “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”
My mother died on September 28, 2015 at the age of eighty-six. For the last few months of her life, she tried to prepare me for her death because she told me constantly that she was tired, and was ready to go home. Although at the time I only rebuffed her words, instructing her on what she should do get her excitement back, I did not want to believe she would leave me. I say she gave up her life now, because through all her long years, she never suffered from any major sickness, never hospitalized, and took no medicines. She lived on the verse of 1st Peter 2:24 (KJV) for her health, “Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” My Mother prayed and read God’s word every day that I could remember; however, for a short period before she died, she stopped praying and reading. I know now, she grew tired and gave up her life.
Since, I am a believer, I do feel that my mother is in a better place now; these are not just some words that I tell myself to help ease my pain, but actual beliefs that I have which have developed even greater in me over the years. 2 Corinthians 5:8 (KJV), tells me, “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
When my mother died, she had nothing much to leave me; but what she did leave me was more valuable than anything money could buy. She taught me how to love and trust in God, and now that she is no longer with me, I do not have to wallow in depression or sadness. Today, February 17, I celebrate her and cherish the time I had with her, because the wonderful Holy Spirit helps me to look out at the gloomy weather and smile instead of cry. In all things, God is good.
A Tribute to my Mother