“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen..”
One of the many things I am so thankful as I begin the new era of my life without my Mom is how she brought me up.
I am no saint, but she truly worked on instilling faith into me. Hey Mom? It worked.
Three cancers I fought through: I had faith.
Losing my Dad? Now my Mom? FAITH.
I know that she has been greeted and is safe and secure in heaven. It is so funny, as in our “black” humor,Bob and I have been talking to each other saying who has Mom tonite. Last night we said it was Paul, the undertaker…and we joked about making him tuck her in tight. Well, not to fear: God has her wrapped up tight and she’ll be secure forever.
Sleep tight Mom.