He Will Deliver

During the visit with my mother yesterday, I found myself losing focus on our words and concentrating on what she looks like now. I was studying her face and the ways she has changed. Of course she is older now. Her hair is gray but her face is the same to me. I would catch myself being distracted and refocus on the words. It was a lot to take in all at one time. When we talked about the people close to us, my brother and my aunt, her voice would weaken and her eyes would fill with tears. She would force the words through but it was tough. We are living, breathing, and seeing the life that she is missing. She can only hear about the life that she is missing. It is beyond sad and devastating. She told stories of different events from when I was a child. She talked about the personalities of me and my brother. So many of the descriptions are mirrored in our own children. She asked about many different friends and family members and I updated her one by one. I never would have thought the conversation would have been so easy. I walked out of the visit with a lot of closure. Surprisingly, I walked out of the visit with an entirely new set of questions. So today, as this journey continues, I pray for discernment. I just knew when it was over that I would breathe and know that this was the end. I definitely feel like a door is closed. Only now I look in front of me and see another one opened.

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