I am feeling thankful, grateful and sorrowful all at the same time. We buried my mother this morning. After the severe storms of yesterday; we had a beautiful, puffy cloud kind of day. The wind was cold and blowing.
I had happy thoughts of my mom as she always wore a kerchief to protect "her hair" on windy days. Any one who knew my mom knew her hair as off limits and protected at all times.
The funeral home staff (Cartmell-Davis) have been wonderful as we arranged everything over the past couple of months. We had a retired priest from my parent's church perform the service. Fr. Bill did a wonderful job and spoke about Holy Week (the burial of my mom and the resurrection). My heart was put at ease.
I know my parents have been together in spirit (the blue jays and cardinals were flying around the house and followed me this morning when I walked Lady) and now they are located physically together.
Faith and religion are being discussed a lot on TV this week between Passover and Easter. I was so sad to see the fire/damage at Notre Dame in Paris. It's one of the places that I did not get to visit in all of my travels and was on my bucket list. Yet when I saw the cross shining through on the rubble on the news this morning my spirit was lifted.
I found this devotion a little while ago and thought I would share it:
May the Light of the World be known to me and through me this day, in my life, in my household, in my community, in my actions. Amen.
I am going to leave it here for today. I hope you have a good rest of the week. Take care. Chat soon. Marie
“Passover and Easter are the only Jewish and Christian holidays that move in sync, like the ice skating pairs we saw during the winter Olympics.” -- Marvin Olasky