Today, I learned my Mom passed away from COVID-19, but my hope is in Christ and His word!
This morning, I received a call anyone would dread receiving. My mom, who was in Desert Cove Nursing Center in Chandler passed away this morning. She was elderly, 85 years old, frail with many risk factors. Nevertheless, the shock of her passing was real and broke my heart. Even though she contracted COVID-19 three weeks ago, her condition just two days ago was not life-threatening, at least according to the nursing home.
Regardless, the cold hard fact is my mom is gone, the shock is real! My mom left this earth a few hours ago. The death of my mother does not feel real… but it is.
My faith tells me she is in a better place. She is no longer in pain or suffering from COVID-19 and other ailments. My mother will be with God, this much I know because her faith in God was life long and formed the foundation of her life.
My mom was a strong woman, and even stronger in the faith. She was educated by the word of God and lived a hard life with many trials. Mom was the type of woman who lived by the word of God and her actions towards others proved she was a believer in the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.
My first memories of my mother were of her teaching me about God. One time, when I was about five years old, she told me about God and if I believed in God with all my heart, nothing could hurt me. Later that day, she took me to the store for some groceries. There was a shiny new toy I wanted and when my mom said “no” several times, like any five-year-old, I made a scene for everyone in the store to see. My mom told me, “You are going to get a spanking when you get home!” I told her. “You can’t spank me because I believe in Jesus and you said nothing can hurt me. Not even you!” Guess what? We arrived home and she took me to the living room and told me, “You have been saved by grace. Clean your room.” I didn’t know what that meant, all I knew was believing in God save me from a spanking and I was grateful.
Sadly, as a teenager in the early 1990’s, I thought of my mother as old fashioned and a little too much of a “bible thumper” for my liking. She would try to teach me about God and send me to church against my will. I would tell her I was busy, needed to see a friend or had to work. I would say anything to get out of going to church. As a teen, I was rebellious to say the least but she had the patience of Jesus within her. Nevertheless, I rejected the formal church but believed in God. Ironic but true. This pained my mother dearly. But she continued to encourage me to attend church but I would always refuse.
As a divorced father in the mid-2000’s, my mom would teach my children about God. Again, I thought her to be old fashioned and was filling my children with “bible thumper” ideology and it wasn’t welcome. However, I did not tell her about my misgivings or my displeasure. As a recent graduate of a secular college, I felt my children were best served to rely on their own intelligence, education and hard work to make it in today’s world. Today, I’m glad I kept my misguided and wrongful feelings to myself because I was wrong. To my mother’s credit, she never gave up on me or her Grandchildren.
Later in life, when I was at the lowest point in my life, I remembered what my mother taught me. For the first time in twenty years, I walked into a great, bible-based church where I prayed, worshiped and spoke to God. After attending just one service, I felt God’s presence for the first time in a long time. From that point on, I attended church every week including bible studies and my spirit was lifted. The toughest time in my life soon became one of the best. I met my wife, got married and was blessed with my youngest son, Luke. God saved me in late 2011. But if my mother was not such a strong Christian, knowledgeable in the faith and steadfast, there would be no telling where my life would be today.
So today, just hours after my mother’s passing from this world, I feel at peace. My mother was a life long Christian, learning her faith from my Grandparents who raised her in the Dust Bowl within the panhandle of Oakoloma. She was a firm believer in Christ and the word of God. The bible tells us faith in Jesus saves us eternally. John 11:25-26 explains, “Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.”
As I write this post, my peace is in Jesus Christ and the promises of the bible. As a Christian and proud “bible thumper” like my mom, I know one day she will be waiting for me in heaven with open arms. For my faith and my mother’s is in Jesus, our Lord and savior. I thank God my mother did not give up on me. Godspeed mom, I love you and thank you for all you have done for me.