That's how long it's been since I heard her voice. Felt the soft touch of her hand. Felt her laughter lift my spirit. Let my head rest against her shoulder.
Seven years since my mom, Paula Ann Sapp, left us for eternity.
I think about Mom a lot, but most especially this time of year, as Mother's Day approaches. Part of me doesn't like that day anymore. All the flowers and cards and even the sermon at church just amplify the fact that Mom's not here. But at the same time, Mother's Day reminds me how blessed I was to have the mother I did. She was the Gold Standard of Mothers. Here's why:
- She loved without reserve. I saw it every day in her eyes, felt it in her touch, heard it in her voice and words.
- She believed in my brothers and me. Big time.
- She knew the value of laughter, and let it become the music that rang freely in our home.
- She liked us, and loved spending time with us. Picnics, playing games at home, trips...it didn't matter what we did. It was a joy just to be together.
- She always knew the right thing to say--and when not to say anything at all.
- She directed us to God. Unfailingly. Her rock-solid faith in God was evident in the way she lived.
- She loved Dad. I mean...LOVED him. Admired and respected him. Found no other's company more delightful or desired.
- She taught us how to celebrate both the big and little in life. And that the little celebrations are often most important.
If, like me, your mom has entered eternity, know I'm thinking of you. And I'm praying for you. That God will fill your heart and mind with wonderful memories, with the sweet sound of your mom's voice, with the music of her laughter, the warmth of her hug. And celebrate with me that one day...one glorious day!...we'll see them again. These women who birthed and cared for us, who nurtured and encouraged us, who blessed our lives in countless ways. We'll see them again.
And oh! What a joyful reunion that will be!