One word that described my mother would be “Encourager.” My Mom was my biggest cheerleader. If she only knew how far I’ve come along with my dream of writing and publishing … she’d be waving those imaginary pom-poms and saying, “You go, girl. I am so proud of you!”
Jimmie Joan
But she isn’t here to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day. On July 23, 1990, God chose to bring her home to him. How could such a good woman, wife, mother, grandmother, sister, and daughter be taken from us at such a young age? Yet I know that God’s “thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways” (Isaiah 55:8).
Fast forward nearly 23 years later. Sometimes it’s tough to see and appreciate all the blessings and good God has bestowed upon my family and I. Where do I begin? The best place: right here & now.
I feel especially blessed this Mother’s Day. Both of my children were with me, my grandchildren, daughter-in-law, spouse, mother-in-law, sister & brother-in-law, various nieces, nephews, friends surrounded me at some point in the weekend.
My gifts included fresh flowers, rose bushes, fancy pendants, hugs & sloppy kisses, heart-felt cards & notes. It was all good. Truly, I feel loved.
Just seeing family members seated around the table filled my heart to the brim with love & appreciation! Life is sweet. God is good. All the time.
