Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Philippians 4:5-9
I don’t know how to start this article other than write the sad news that my mother passed away last week.
Last Wednesday was mum’s last breath as she went to be with the LORD.
I rejoice in this promise that mum is with the LORD yet face many different emotions as life will never be the same. It is never easy to say goodbye, especially as this bereavement was sudden.
In the loss of mum the greatest comfort we have as believers is the hope and confidence that our relationship with our parents does not end at death. As a Christian I rest in the promise that there will be a reunion in heaven. Mum is with Christ, experiencing His joy. A mother’s last breath inevitably changes us.
I am convinced that our life encounters and relationships with people aren’t random. Death compels us to pause and reflect on those shared connections and come to terms with our loss and the grief that follows.
We all encounter loss and can relate to the giant hole it leaves in our innermost being. We find countless ways to preoccupy ourselves in an effort to fill that hole; but the void remains. Even God experienced loss when His son, Jesus, died on the cross.
Following a death, everyone works through these stresses differently. Some are instantly devastated; others feel numb and disconnected. Some withdraw socially, while others reach out for support. What’s more, just when the initial shock begins to subside, a deeper sense of reality and despair sets in. Those who grieve may need to learn new skills, adopt different habits and adjust to daily life without the physical presence of the person who died.
While grief is an expected response to a significant loss, the unfamiliar emotions that arise can lead to feelings of helplessness, fear and isolation.
Each person sets his or her own pace when grieving. There will be ups and downs, moments of relief followed by moments of anguish.
I want to take this opportunity to pay tribute to mum.
A woman of prayer – Her day started in prayer, I knew that when her bedroom door was shut, she was spending time with Her Saviour and her friend. Her favourite verse – As your days, so shall your strength be; (Deuteronomy 33:25). This verse was on the wall in mum and dad’s bedroom and this promise remained her silent strength throughout her life.
A woman of the Word. Mum loved God’s Word and loved the One Year Bible Plan, reading her Bible cover to cover each year. We used to discuss what she read, and she loved exploring new versions of God’s Word.
In addition, we as a family remember the wonderful Christian book’s she gave our children. She wanted her children and grandchildren to grow up loving and serving her precious Lord. In reflection at this time we still have all the books grandma gave – they were real treasures in our children’s early discipleship and training in loving and following the Lord today.
A woman of generosity – She loved helping people and expressed this through her generous giving. Mum understood what it meant to be blessed financially. Because God was preeminent in her life mum loved to give. Countless hours were spent in making crafts, baking and running stalls to raise money for missionaries. We won’t know this side of heaven how many lives have been impacted through her support.
Her life style of generosity to mission has had a direct impact on my own passion to support mission. Her legacy planted seeds that is being currently outworked in financially supporting my brother and his family in Malawi.
Mum’s legacy became the catalyst for us to set up a Charitable Trust to expand what she started into new areas. This is our testament to God’s blessing of mum’s life of generosity for restoring hope and transforming lives. She leaves us with a proud history and an exciting future. We are committed to continuing the generous Kingdom-minded legacy of mum
Yes, her ultimate destination was to live a life that emulated the generosity of her Heavenly Father. She has heard, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
A poem ends my tribute of the hope mum looked forward to
A Place Called Heaven
I have a place that waits for me A place I love, called Calvary Where angels sing and rejoice all day And children laugh, run and play.
Here the Master holds my hand As we walk through Heavens land. This is the place I’ve dreamed of for so long So beautiful, so heavenly like the angels song.
- The image in this blog is the view mum woke to every morning for the last 20 years