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Shadows Fleeting Across My Vision

She moves softly around me as I sleep, shadows fleeting across my vision.  It brings back memories of my childhood when her caress was all that kept me going. 

Her gentle, yet strong hand guiding me in all that was right and good.

She is my mother.

Her hands today are gnarled and bent, but her mind and heart are strong.  I am strong because of her.

She is my mother.

I learn much still from this gentle strong soul.  She is the woman of Proverbs 31.  She rises early and stays up late while I loaf and eat and enjoy her company.

She is my mother.

When it is her time to finally go, I will never be the same again.  I will be changed and different.  I will be sad and lonely in a way I have never been lonely before.

For she is my mother.  My best friend.

My days after her going will sometimes be long, as her's are long since the passing of so many whom she has loved.  My nights will sometimes be sleepless, as her's are sleepless with her aging in time.

But one day we will all be together again and that is the day I most need to think of and remember.  For she is a Godly woman who will be going home to God.

Thank you, God - for my mother.  

11 Responses to “Shadows Fleeting Across My Vision”

  1. on 31 Jul 2007 at 11:24 am cwinwc

    Mothers are special folks. They are (or should be) our number one advocates in life. Sounds like yours is. Enjoy the stay.

  2. on 31 Jul 2007 at 12:13 pm Donna

    What a great relationship you have…How wonderful it will be to live in a land where neither of you have sickness and pain….It is something to look forward to.

  3. on 31 Jul 2007 at 2:53 pm janice

    hope ya are have a good time with your mom!

    huggs to ya both! ;)

  4. on 31 Jul 2007 at 3:02 pm Trey Morgan

    It’s a blessing to see relationships that are strong and deep. We need more relationships like this one.

    Blessings

  5. on 31 Jul 2007 at 5:28 pm Pat

    Beautiful. My thoughts too. You are so blessed to still have your mother. I am happy that you are enjoying the stay, considering the horrible airport experiences. God Bless

  6. on 31 Jul 2007 at 11:50 pm Greg England

    That was a beautiful tribute, Dee. I read it earlier in the day, but just didn’t have a chance to respond until now … almost 11pm.

  7. on 01 Aug 2007 at 12:30 pm ben overby

    Thanks for sharing your love for your mother with the rest of us. I can’t wait until we’re all together again forever!

    Ben

  8. on 01 Aug 2007 at 4:42 pm Neva Cooper

    Beautiful and touching post Dee!

    Peace
    Neva

  9. on 01 Aug 2007 at 8:17 pm Danny

    Absolutely wonderful post. Very touching and warm tribute.

    And Dee, regardless of what JD and Trey are saying about you on JD’s podcast, I do not think you are grumbly! :)

  10. on 05 Aug 2007 at 12:24 pm Charlie (CandLW

    BTW - I just read through your last severalblog entries (Forgive me for not having been by lately!!). I was encouraged that you were abletomaintain your sense of God’spresence in spite of the “trip from hell” that you experienced going toAbilene.

    I also was drawn back 18 months by your comment on the I-10 bridge across Pochatrain. Linda & I after we left Pascagoula (home of John Dobbs!!) headed west to Texas and wanted to get a view of NewOrleans so we stayedon I-10.

    About halfway across the bridge crammed into two extra narrow lanes — with crash barriers on the right where there should have been a full “shoulder” and having experienced the “cklatter”of severalBailey bridge temporary repairs Linda said - are you sure we are supposed to be on here with this rig? I was grateful to God when we reached “solid land” (even though it continued to be eltavated highway through most of the rest of NO - it didn’t appear to have been damaged.

    Anyhow — thanks (I guess) for the memory but more importantlyfor the reminder that God is always there regardless of what is happening.

    God Bless
    Charlie

  11. on 05 Aug 2007 at 5:10 pm Panhandle Poet

    Very nice.

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