A Mother's Love

A Mothers Love

(Isaiah 55:8) "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.

(Luke 15:20) "But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him."

“Mom is breathing different.” I looked at her son as he held his mom’s hand. I know this look of a patient, this sound, this call; the call of our Father as we draw closer to Home. I told her son to call his brother and sisters to come now. I tried not to alarm him but he needed to understand the urgency as well. He asked, “Is it time?” And I nodded yes. Tears fell from his eyes.

Her loved ones were there very soon all but one daughter. From what I had heard from the family, there had been “issues” for a long time with this child. As I listened to the children talk around their mom, I said, “If sis can’t make it, let’s put the phone to your mom’s ear and let your sister talk to her.” At this request, the remaining daughter refused to talk to her mom. She said she was on her way.

Immediately, I judged. I thought to myself, “You may not have time and you will have to live with not having this chance to say good-bye.”

My patient soon took her last breath. I wrote down the time of death on the palm of my hand. Her body went into the complete relaxed mode. But her siblings hugged close together and told their mom, “Sis will be here soon.” Slowly their mom started to breathe again. My Social Worker and I stood amazed. Although, I had seen this one other time, I hadn’t seen this often. Again, I was astonished but then the words of our Lord came to me “My ways are not your ways”. I knew she was waiting on her other daughter.

The time that lapsed was 54 minutes from what I thought to be her last breath. Her daughter arrived and her mom then took her final breath here as she inhaled pure celestial air.

I had figured that by all standards, this girl had missed her chance. She had been estranged from the family. But “My ways are not your ways…” I was reminded as this family embraced their sister. I saw pure joy. And this mother’s love was so unconditional that in her dying moments, she held onto something she wanted so badly, to bring her last child in. (Luke 15:20)

This mom had been praying to go back home to her husband and sister for a long time from what the family told me; but postponed it for the love of a child.

That is the same love God has for us…