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TITLE: Snippets from a Mother's Soul... | Previous Challenge Entry
By Lisa Harris
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I’m learning that grief is like a new pair of shoes. You put them on; they don’t feel right, the shoes hurt and pinch and make your feet ache. You then take them off and rest your feet. Knowing that one day, they will become a pair of old, comfortable familiar feeling shoes…one day.
I long for the cold days of winter. To immerse myself into a self-made cocoon with my daughter’s favorite blanket, to find comfort in the memories of whom she was in Christ. God has sustained me and given me warmth in my soul even as the now frequent cold wind of grief continues to chase my spirit.
From this sorrow, God gave comfort…
She was beautiful. Lying in a pink casket was my daughter; her blanket was a cascade of summer joy. The aroma of daisies, roses, hydrangeas, and sunflowers comforted me. She wasn’t supposed to be dead. Didn’t God know the natural order of life? Parents first…it should always be the parents. But it wasn’t. The past two days were a blur…the decisions, the friends, the heartbreak….the outpouring of love was overwhelming. God carried me…I know because the pain was too deep to walk.
I gazed at my daughter. Tears clouded my eyes. She would never be a bride, God. I caught my breath as the pain jabbed my heart. Never a bride and I would never be the helpful and loving mother of the bride. I traced her face with my eyes. Her creamy porcelain skin, dark eyelashes, and perfectly formed lips. Oh, how I loved her smile! She would have been a beautiful bride. I stood there soaking every detail of her face…
And God, as only He would…whispered to the depth of my soul.
“You ARE…Mother of the Bride.”
“I am Lord?” my soul replies.
“Yes,” God whispered again. “You are standing by her side; receiving friends….they speak of her warmth and beauty.”
You see….
“She is…MY Bride.”
“I am…HER Groom.”
“You ARE…Mother of the Bride.”
I blink back the tears again. I turn and receive our friends…and I smile with my eyes--because that is what a mother does for her daughter.
I know that Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal; and that the chill will thaw bringing a “new normal” to my life.
I know it…I believe it… and I’ll walk it… but I miss her.
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