This statement came from a dear friend of mine who I asked
to proof my previous blog “Still Standing.”
She is not a minister’s wife. She
is a high school counselor, a chocoholic, and Christian sister who has allowed
me to be me over the years.
As ministers wives we are often forced to plaster a smile on
our face and go through life. I mean, we
are ministers wives and we should have all the “religious stuff” figured
out. Shouldn’t we know the Bible from
cover to cover and be able to quote scripture at any given moment? Shouldn’t we be able to give wise counsel to
make someone feel better? I am rolling
my eyes as I type this paragraph because it sounds so ridiculous.
Really girlfriends, sometimes this is exactly how the world
sees us and our families. I have seen
some ministers wives hide their pain and grief by mechanically going through
the motions of ministry. It truly does
them no good and personally I believe it sends a false idea in to the
world.
Yes, we should be able to handle things differently from the
lost world. We should strive to set an
example. However, sometimes we hurt, we
cry, we get angry and that’s okay. The
world should see us as real people. The
bible tells us that Jesus was angry, he wept, and that his heart was
broken. If the Son of God experienced
these emotions, then why should we as ministers wives think we should never
feel the same way?
As I have gone through the grief process of loosing my mom,
I have run the spectrum of emotions. In
the beginning I was in total denial. I
could never imagine that Mom would never be able to cook our favorite treats or
even leave her bed. Soon I entered the
anger phase. Oh girlfriends, I was so
angry at the doctors for not curing her.
I would find myself demanding answers when the doctors were baffled
themselves. I stayed in this phase for
several weeks until I stayed with my mom for 48 hours in the hospital where I
watched her suffer so much that I began to beg God to give her peace. It was at that moment in the wee hours of the
night that I began to understand that God was getting ready to call Mom
home. I cried my heart out then I found
myself softly singing “It is Well with My Soul” in the room. Over the next eight weeks I slowly began to
silently release Mom to the Father. One
day when Mom and I were talking I told her, “Mom, I don’t want you to leave us
but I also don’t want you to suffer anymore.
I know that as soon as you draw your last breath here that you will be
with the Lord.” At that very moment I
was at peace with what was to come.
Was I upset when Mom left this earth? Sure.
Did I cry? More like sobbed. Do I
still cry for no reason? You bet I do.
Was Mother’s Day difficult? Yes, because I couldn’t call Mom. Do I understand why God called Mom home or
why she had to experience great pain in her last few hours? No, I don’t.
I do know that Mom is at perfect rest, completely healed, with the
biggest and brightest smile on her face because she is at last home. I know that right now she is talking to Jesus
and preparing a homemade chocolate pie for when Jesus comes to get me one day.