What Mama Did #fiveminutefriday
There was never a mess that my mom couldn't clean up. Those who have seen her house know that it's pristine, and any spill or speck of dust that is foolish enough to collide with her floors is soon swept away. It wasn't just houses that she cleaned, it was hearts too. After the fires I was sure my life had ended. Everything was gone- those clean floors, the memory boxes my mom had packed so perfectly with each art project and picture, and my beautiful dog, Sadie. It broke me, left a Sadie shaped hole in my heart that still has left to be filled. And I was terrible as a result. But there was no wrong my mom could not forgive, and no darkness she could not love me out of.
Four years later, my mom was meditating on the fires, and the Lord gave her a vision. She asked Christ where He was on that day, and He gave her a vision. He was crouched in the pantry, holding a scared little dog and bringing her to heaven. It gave me closure, it gave me hope. God used my mom to sweep away the despair that lingered, all those years later. I still miss my dog. I still ache in the place in my heart where she was meant to be. I'm so grateful that I have my mother. She's a lover, a fighter, a prayer warrior. She's my best friend, and I wouldn't have anyone else.