After two wonderful months of being abroad, I am glad to be home. I must admit though, being in the house without Mom is very hard. It is quite a reality shock. I miss her. Sometimes I look in a direction out of habit to talk to her, and then remember that she is not there. After returning from Spain, pulling into the drive and not seeing her beautiful smiling face at the door was very difficult. I lost it. Cried in the drive for an hour. I couldn't bring myself to walk into the house.
Sometimes while I was in Spain, I thought about calling her to tell her about all the amazing things that were happening... and then I remembered- oh yeah. She is with me. But I can't call her.
Mom I miss you more than anyone could ever imagine. But I am happy that you are walking with Jesus. I love you Mom. I love you.
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the progression of pulmonary fibrosis - as my mother lives/lived it.
Awareness
Momma, I write how I feel- and how you suffered- so others can become aware of the desperate need for research to help those living with pulmonary fibrosis.
Now, in 2014, I finally realize- it's all about prayer, and faith. I believe in the power of healing through our Lord Jesus Christ. Jesus saves. He heals. The Lord took mom home for a purpose... but I believe wholeheartedly now, if He didn't need her- she could have been completely healed. God has grown my faith in ways I could never believe and I wish to share this with you. Trust the Lord. His mercies are new every morning. He is faithful.
Ask Jesus to heal you, or your loved one. And believe He will. He loves you that much.
