In my quest to write today as I prepare to attend another daughter’s transition and comfort another mother, I pause to honor the love of a mother. It has been a year and 24 days since my #GirlMic took flight and it was another sleepless night as I imagined the pain of this mother preparing for her final earth goodbyes. This week has been an up and down travel week as I put prayer in place for those who hurt. I joined the “Legacy Connection” as I continue to pursue wisdom. We are all in position and a place of grace.
I have just returned from a private day party where my children, SonD, GalVal, grand girlP and great grandgirl KEB and I sent balloons into the air as we celebrated the Date of Birth of my daughter Leslie. I remember not going last year when it had only been 12 days but seeing that my sonD had gone and placed a balloon and took pictures. We decided this would be an annual reflection and memories event It as amazing to see my family smile and remember her. I wanted to put this birth day in pictures and prose as we remembered.
One year ago we stood at your grave to say good-bye. I could not have imagined the loneliness of not having you present always. I have worked to stay joyful and move forward with my reading, writing and speaking. I remember things that have been hidden for many years and I cry or smile depending on my mood for the day. Today we celebrate labor day and I know you would have already called to see what I would be doing. I just look into the skies and seek your beautiful face in the clouds to lift away the loneliness.
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Life’s trials seem to move slowly. One grows weary as they pass. But our lives are but moment, and not long, do they last. The tests that one goes through, we endure, and not succumb. But they are not worthy, to be compared, to the glory, that will come. *
via It Moves Slowly — Lantern Words I watched in pain as my daughter moved to the world of the unknown. I have spent the past year in pain but today the #Lantern Words are here to give the joy of the Lord’s promise and His words. To God be the glory.
We visited Elmwood Cemetery to laugh, cry and soothe our souls with My Girl Mic Leslie sweet memories. I want my writing to be as bold as she was in life. I thank the Lord for my children who worked very hard to make my May Month Birth celebration a sweet memory. It was my best party ever and the fellowship was unbelievable. I thought about all the stories we take to the cemetery with every visit. It is important to me that I write about her even when it seems I am dwelling on the memories.
It is the 03:00 hour and I see this fan that my GirlMic Leslie’s friend brought back from Spain. He presented it to me at the time of her funeral and home going celebration. He said that he had promised to bring her a gift. I sit here feeling very lonely and so I am writing my “Doing Something Different” segment on the page I have dedicated to her memory. These 100 words are sometimes the way that my prayers are answered as God helps me through the night. I believe the Word from Psalm 40 that He will lift me up today.
Laughter for healing and healing laughter as a ministry is my “The Ways Wy Was” focus. Today I begin a 12 day saga of Challenges and Choices. Have you ever been asked the question, “What makes you laugh?” I woke up with this on my mind as I read my focus scripture. I started my day thinking about the life and death of my GirlMic, Leslie and what she did that would make me smile. Since I am writing a 100 word saga series, I have to measure my words into capsules. The capsule today is my working through the sadness wilderness.
I opened the door and discovered a package on my porch. It contained the devotionals I had written with the dedication to my GirlMic/Leslie. I took a deep breath and imagined the smiles and laughter she would have given me over the telephone when I called to tell her the books were here. I sat down and thought about the rain storm I had been driving in last week. I remember thinking that the skies were crying. I read one of her favorite scriptures from Psalm 103:1 “Praise the LORD, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.”