Mother's Day...

Mother's Day 2015 is just around the corner and Lynda is especially on my mind.  Just like Mother's Day last year, my mind goes back to the first time I became a mother many years ago.  It wasn't on Mother's Day...it was January 22, 1974 but she was the first.  Until that day, I was simply a 22 year old who had been married for four years, had just graduated a year earlier with a degree in art education and was ready to make a life changing decision to become the foster parent to a child with very special medical and mental needs.

Five years later, I became the mom to Kevin and then again in 1983 to Kristopher through biological births.  On September 17, 1982 (Kevin's 4th birthday),  the baby I was carrying was miscarried but I am that baby's mommy, too and cannot wait to meet him or her in heaven.

In 1992, I was blessed to become a step-mom to Kelly and Kristen when Russ and I blended our families.  Russ and I lost a baby that year also through miscarriage.  We didn't plan on adding another child to the family but to this day I count up how old that child would be and rejoice that when I get to heaven, I will celebrate being a mother in a way I've never celebrated before.  How I long to see Lynda again and meet my other two children for the first time.  What a blessing that Jesus has made that celebration and reunion possible through his death on the cross.

How empty our lives would be if all we had to live for was what we have here on earth.  What sorrow we would be forced to carry daily if we didn't have the promise of eternal life in heaven with our creator and those who have gone on to heaven before us.  Of course, I wish I could wrap my arms around Lynda right now and I long to know if my babies whose time on earth was numbered in weeks instead of years are girls or boys.  I wonder what their personalities would have been like and what they would be doing right now.  I wonder daily what Lynda will be like when I see her again and she can communicate her thoughts in a way she was never able to do here on earth.

Heaven holds everything for me.  It holds everything for anyone who is a Christian, actually.  To see the face of God and worship him for eternity sends chills up my spine.  Like the song says, "We've no less days to sing his praise than when we've first begun".  I can't wait.  This place is not my home.  So glad I know where my forever home will be.

This mother's day I am blessed with sons and daughters and their spouses and grandchildren.  I am blessed to still have my mother here at age 92.  Life is good.  Blessed beyond measure.