Sunday morning before last, I was heading to church, and received a phone call that my mother was being life-flighted to a hospital in Nashville. In one instance, everything changed. I dropped everything and went to the hospital. I wanted more time, more time with my mother. So many questions come in a situation like that, but the one that most concerned me: Have I been a good son to her?
The thing that continues to bother me, I'm still not sure how to answer that question. It's hard to understand how much you value someone, especially your mom, until you come face to face with the prospect of losing them. I'm not asking why this or why now, I'm asking what can I do with the time God has given me? I don't intend to leave that question unanswered. God helping me, I'm going to make the most of it.
My mom is doing better day by day, and I thank God for her progress. I also thank Him, that although I wasn't doing as well as I could as her son, I've been given a new opportunity to demonstrate to my mother what she means to me. I can't say that I am handling all of this with a great deal of grace; in fact, it is with the greatest of difficulty that I have set aside my self-reliance to then be able to rely on God. The good news is: the more that I rely on God, the more grace He gives me for the trials I have to face.
Please pray for my mom, I love her dearly.