On Motherís Day 2006 my mother passed from this life into eternity with the Lord. I remember the night I got the call.
ďAnn, Mommaís in the hospital, you need to start praying,Ē my youngest sister said. As I began to intercede for my mother a peace filled my bedroom where I was praying. This peace that I felt was both internal and external. It was a presence of peace all around me; hugging and holding me. So comforting and serene was this presence in my room that I laid down and went to sleep.
When the phone rang an hour later, I was told momma had died. ďThatís impossible,Ē I said to myself, ďhow could Momma be dead when Iím experiencing so much peace?Ē
It still doesnít seem like sheís gone until I reach for the phone to share with her an experience, or ask a question about something and I realize I canít.
I thought this day would be painfully unbearable, but itís not. Motherís Day is a day of celebration and rejoicing. I canít think of a better day than Motherís Day for a godly mother to receive the ultimate gift of fulfillment; entrance into the eternal presence of our Savior and Lord Jesus Christ.