This time last year is marked with great sadness. As we prepared to celebrate the holiday season, my mother, who had already been in frail health, had a sudden decline in her condition. She woke up one day and was so weakened that she could not stand. I called 911 and she was admitted to the hospital ICU. She spent 9 days there before she passed away, her body finally overtaken by the myriad of health issues she fought so bravely for the past several years.
Those were dark days. As I visited her in the hospital daily, there was a proverbial cloud hanging over my head… a sense of foreboding and grief that never left. The skies reflected my emotions. It rained nearly every day of her hospitalization.
But when the rain lifted, there was always a rainbow. I saw many rainbows during that time and captured them on my iPhone, finding a source of comfort in them and what they represented.
“Rainbows are God’s promise!” my then 3 year old daughter would say every time she spotted one in the sky.
Indeed. Every time I saw a rainbow, I remembered God’s promises.
“I will never leave you, nor forsake you.”
~ Hebrews 13:5
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,
that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
~ John 3:16
John 3:16 is the verse we chose to place on Mom’s gravestone. We truly believe that although Mom’s body is no longer with us, her spirit has not perished – she is enjoying eternal life with her Savior. Free from pain, discomfort, medications, endless doctors appointments, and 24/7 oxygen. I always say that she is now in heaven, dancing with Jesus in her new body — and I believe it.
We honored Mom on the 1 year anniversary of her passing by visiting her gravesite and leaving flowers. My 4-year-old daughter likes to put pinwheels at her grave. I think Mom would have liked that, too.
Torrents of rain hammered our windshield as we drove to the cemetery. However, as we approached the memorial park where Mom’s grave is located, the rain had ceased. Dark clouds loomed overhead, but not a drop fell while we visited. After we had gotten back into the car, droplets started falling on my windshield and a rainbow was declaring God’s promises across the Koolaus.
We miss Mom every day, especially during the holidays. But truly, she is the luckiest of us all. She gets to celebrate Christmas with Jesus Himself. Having left her sick lungs behind, maybe she’ll even help Him blow out the candles. 🙂