This past week being Thanksgiving I have been reminded to be thankful for the simple things in life. I want to use this weekend Saturday Shout Out to a very special woman in my life, my mom. She has taught me so many things about the beautiful life. One lesson she has taught me is how powerful having a positive and strong mind can be during difficult times.
The beginning of September I was talking on the phone with my parents when they announce how my mother has a brain tumor. Devastated with the fact and trying to wrap my knowledge to what this could mean I feel asleep to my puddle of tears. The following morning I woke up saying to myself glad that was only a nightmare. As I was leaving for work, the thought of this only being a dream left and reality started to sink in like a heavy weight. Not knowing what to do, the tears started to flow again. Once I arrived at work, I allowed this heavy weight to build up a wall to hide my tears. I continued my day as if nothing had happened, trying to paint a happy smile over this weighted wall.
These days turn into weeks and weeks to month. The day had come for my mom’s surgery. I found myself helping my mother prepare the night before.
In the surgery room helping her into her gown I saw pure joy on her face. “How can she be so positive during this fearful time of the unknown?” I continued to watch her demonstrate pure joy and excitement. She was able to see the good through this difficult time. She had full faith the surgeon would do his job to the best of his ability. Then she was wheeled away.
Finally the tears crushed through the wall like uncontrollable water breaking through a dam. I cried out to the unknown future “Please do not take my Mom.” During this out break of tears, I started to find the same joy my mother had right before she went into surgery. This joy comforted me as I continued to cry.
I am so thankful to say the surgery was successful. Even though she is not 100% she is recovery well. She is in the best care with two amazing nurses, my sisters. They have given sacrificially love and care to my mother during this healing process.
Through these past two month I have learned the joy of the struggle. Similar to exercise there will always be a struggle, a struggle to lift heavier, a struggle to run faster, a struggle to become better.
I know no matter what the future holds I will have the strength to continue life’s journey. For the joy of the Lord is my strength (Nehemiah 8:10)