Today we would have celebrated not only Mother’s Day, but your birthday. It’s one of those years where they actually fall on the same day.
But instead we celebrate this day without you. And you celebrate for the first time in heaven with your own mother.
And I don’t know how that works, because I’m not there, but I can only imagine you are near one another and rejoicing together. Glorifying your Father together today.
In as much sadness as we have in your absence, we have as much joy in the remembering.
The way you were the life of the party and always enjoyed one and always made them special for all our special days.
The way you laughed and smiled and hugged so big and loud and contagiously. I guess I have you to thank for my own obnoxious laugh.
The way you held our family together and loved deep and wide and strong and steady. And sometimes the love got abused by me and I wish I could tell you I’m sorry, but these words will have to do for now.
The way you held your friends close and never took time for granted with them and showed us that they matter. Friendships matter and they are important in this life. In the life of a woman.
The way you loved the work you poured yourself into. Shining like a light and now they present an award in your honor every year aptly named the Sue Mills Lighthouse Award. That sums it up, doesn’t it?
It’s a bittersweet day to think we would be celebrating your sixty-third year here and instead it’s almost thirteen without you.
But it’s still a day to celebrate you in your absence. The mother you were who helped shape the mother I am and the father my brother is now.
Oh, how you loved us. Oh, how you shaped us. Oh, how we wish we had told you more how we appreciated you.
It’s a day to remember and rejoice in the other mothers God has put in our path to continue the work you began.
God promised to finish the good work he began in us. And I see your work continuing to be fulfilled through our step-mother and others placed in our path just so. Just perfectly so.
He is really the most gracious God. I see that now more than ever. In all the ways I failed as a daughter and now as a mother, He covers me with his grace. Just as He did you when you failed. Until you were made perfect in His site.
Oh to be in His site! I just can’t imagine what that is like for you every. single. day. In His site.
And one day soon we will be in site again. Perfectly whole. Perfectly perfect. Together again.
And until then I’ll keep writing these words as they come, until they don’t. Believing you’d be proud as you always were. So proud of your children, even when we really didn’t deserve it. But that’s what mom’s do, isn’t it?
They believe in their children even if nobody else does. And a good mom, a great mom will lead her child to Christ. And you did. And for that I am the most grateful.
The best gift you ever gave me and your son was to introduce us to Jesus. He is all that matters in this world. And I get it now. I get it. Even if I didn’t get it while you were still here. I get it now.
Thank you for loving us to Him and for the prayers you prayed that you sowed in tears. I get that now, too. As a mother, I get that.
Until we meet again…always in my heart,