Monday early morning Mom update: I didnt sleep much last night, overwhelmed with anticipation of being here when Momma came awake. Theres much to be said about witnessing the will of God. Im sitting here looking into the eyes of a living, loving testimony. My Mommas heart is strong, though she appears weary and weak, she exclaimed upon my arrival that she got some good sleep. I have since, fed her oatmeal followed by a cup and a half of orange juice. These are stark indicators revealing truth in her months ago declarationI am not dying of cancer, I am living on the blood of Christ! I have watched these past few days, Momma go from accepting the demise of the body as she acknowledges the will of God. Though she is tired of the struggle, she remains steadfastly obedient, awaiting the sounded trumpet, patiently defying the taunt of mortal men who stand in awe of her still vital physicality. Left to them and their limited power, Momma should in fact, no longer be. How amazing is that? I too, have gained a strength I was unaware of having, so ill prepared for this thought to be short stay, I cancelled, postponed or just plain refused to take a gig that would disallow my presence. This was and remains my satisfactory mission, to the last breath, I have been dispatched to remedy familiar comfort and joy, apparently working, according to those who thought this process was to be short lived. Yesterday made it four weeks ago that the internment began, thought to be over by that weeks end. Though I can ill afford to be here financially, the will of God has blessed me with all that I need, for somehow the struggle to remain is devoured by purpose and thus, angels have made their way to this, many giving aid that has been extremely needed to minimize further stress where none need be. I can barely give comfort and peace out of desperation and despair. Grateful am I to God for blessing me with the truly concerned, the devoted and trusted, even those that have stood in accusatory hall, they too have found the love required to give love a chance to change otherwise doubtful and bleak into possible and uniquely sweet. I dont know how long the tree will survive, I only believe that the almighty is the only one to decide when to pluck it from His garden. Its not about the fruit or the trunk, its about the Gardner. Momma, you have most definitely manifested the spirit of a loving, living God who knows better than we of how to set souls free. Love you Momma without boundaries.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 13:41:10 +0000
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