In the three years since she’s been gone, I’ve had time to reflect on who my mother was and what she stood for. I’ve been able to remove myself from the equation and look at her not in relation to me, but as an individual. And I’m continuously amazed at what I’m learning about her.
Unshakeable Faith
Above all, she was a woman of unshakeable faith. Many of her beliefs were unpopular, and she was often criticized for being inflexible, unrealistic, or out of touch with society. She may have been all of those things, but I’ve come to respect her for standing up for her convictions.Her strict interpretation of the Bible meant that her lifestyle left no room for pleasures that most of us take for granted. She never knew the feeling of giddiness from being drunk; the thrill of sex with a new partner; the excitement of casino gambling. But she also never suffered the anxiety of wondering what life is about. She knew exactly who she was and where she was going. And she wasn’t afraid of going there.
As it turns out, my mother was not a simpleton. She was smarter and braver and more together than anyone gave her credit for. She loved the Lord and saw his handiwork in everything - even in her successes at the thrift stores. That wasn't foolishness. That was faith.
The story that she so wanted me to tell was that God is everywhere, in everything, and we should acknowledge and be grateful for it. He’s in that perfect loaf of bread, or that dollar lying on the sidewalk, or the ray of sunlight that shines through your window. He’s in the biggest and the smallest of things. He’s with us and in us and around us, and if we believe in Him, we’ll find him.
Yes, Jesus was in those thrift shops with my mom, just as he is with her now, walking down streets paved with gold in heaven.
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