Okay, so that last post came after I got off the phone with my mother. I was upset, she was crying, I was crying… Anyway. I have to ask, where is the blessing in that? Where are the blessings in her life? I have always said my mother has earned her wings in heaven. She takes care of everyone before she takes care of herself. If anyone needs a place to stay because they have none, she will move them in with her. I can’t even count how many people who needed a home and she gave it, freely. And, I also can’t even count how many people she has opened her home too only to be used and step on. Apparently they have never heard the ol’ saying, “never bite the hand that feeds you”. And yet she still opens her home to anyone. She, like me, has battled with her faith her whole life. I do know she believes in God. But sometimes she asks, “where is He?”
“…should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God.” Timothy 5:4 NLT
Maybe the blessing is the affect she has had on other peoples lives. She has been a guarding angel to so many. Sometimes the blessing isn’t always right in front of our eyes.