Recently, I had to pause and think about my mother. It was the anniversary of God calling her home.
Decades pass and memories fade, despite our best efforts to keep them alive.
But the Good Lord allowed me to retrieve a memory I should not have had through a photograph that I’d be too young to remember. Yet, the most startling thing about it was the physical beauty of my mother. Her face was striking.
I grew up with a “rounder” mom whose tummy had served as a B&B for seven kids. I used to love her long black hair and her eyes. But physically, she was nothing like the woman in the photo! Wow, no wonder my dad fell in love.
It was telling of how life has a propensity for wearing us down…just look at the presidents after 8 years in office.
Looking back, I think I used to adore my mother. That “apron countenance” of service and love to all of us and all of our friends was more glowing than if she had somehow kept that slimmer figure. However, I’m glad I have the photo of this beautiful lady with head erect and her hands proudly on the shoulders of the clan she so dearly loved and impacted.
Yes, time has passed and the slimmer and rounder versions of mom blend together to form an image of an eternal memory. So, if you ever ask me what my mother looked like, maybe you’ll understand when I simply reply, “She was a beautiful woman.”
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward person is perishing, yet the inward person is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18
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