Treasure

I treasure memories of my mother’s love, care and common sense. A picture that comes to mind is that one that was shared around the world of two princes running to their mother (Princess Diane) on the royal yacht after they had been separated because their parents had to carry out royal duties.

Many of my own family have had some bad weeks, six months on from the death of my mother. Work, illness and stress drain the resources of all humans. One missed her birthday card and another found the one that was sent to her daughter last year unopened. I even dreamt that she hadn’t died at all and surprised me with a visit. I asked her if she wanted her jewellery back. During all of these bad days we all would have loved to run into her arms for another cuddle and some common sense advice.

In the light of day I realise that the reality is that she has been taken home to heaven and I can only draw on all those conversations that we had over the years. Yes, one day I will run into her arms again and the arms of Jesus will also be there. In the mean time I have to rest in Him and listen to his voice.

Matthew 11:30 “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

During bad days it is hard to remember where our help really comes from. Lord, please help me to remember that this is where the safest arms are yours.