Warm candlelight flickers throughout the room. White Christmas lights softly glimmer as glass ornaments catch their light. Three of my children giggle at the other end of our home and cannot help but smile. I can hear the sizzling of bacon in the background as our dog Ollie barks, reminding the chef it's his heart's delight. And I give thanks to God for this moment in time.
It has been a long week with my Mom in the hospital suffering from Pneumonia and then being moved just two days before Christmas.
With bags in tow, Andy and I made the two-hour trek Christmas day only to find that her covid had returned, contained without me to be at her side. No kiss or hug. My Dad took the soft bunny I had brought and placed it at her side.
A few weeks prior, Mom had called me to say she was ready for some more girlfriend time. Home now, I recalled that conversation through tears. We laugh a lot! Have the same Faith and interests. Yes, my Mom is a gem.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring or the decisions to make. I do know this. We are not alone. Christ came as a babe to be a light to the world. Later to die and rise again so we can live. That is it, folks. No complicated scenarios. It is by Faith, I believe. It is through Hope I have peace. It is in His Grace and Mercy that I know my Mom will live. Whether here or across that golden shore, Mom will never die.
