April
April is a month when I tend to think of my mom more than any other month of the year. Anyone who knew her, knew she loved April Fools' Day. Last Sunday would have been her 85th birthday and she went to be with the Lord in April, 13 years ago now. I have other friends who have lost their moms in April. One a year ago and one just a few days ago. As I grieve with them, I am grateful that they, like me, will with time be able to miss their mom, but be able to mainly reflect on the benefits she brought in their lives, rather than mainly grieve their loss. I know because we all had moms who poured greatly into our lives. We each had mothers who put their faith and trust in the Lord and so we know that they are simply waiting to welcome us home. And I know, because with time, although I still miss her greatly, it is now with joy that I think on who she was instead of grieve over my loss. Oh, it took me a (suprising) number of years before I stopped picking up t...