A few days ago as I was preparing for the Sunday school lesson I teach, I was looking up scriptures and came across a passage in 2 Corinthians with the subhead “Treasures in Jars of Clay.”
I thought immediately of my precious mother, whose life was slipping away. She was a treasure. A wonderful blessed treasure.
Yesterday in the early morning hours she left her earthly jar of clay behind and went to Heaven.
She is no longer reading about it. She is now living it.
I talked to her regularly on the telephone, and she always had something funny and positive to say, something encouraging. The last time I saw her was in July. I am so grateful I had that chance.
I am so thankful we were able to get a family picture taken.
The last one with all of us there. The last one before our family circle became broken here on earth.
Everyone knows death is going to come for his or her parents eventually, and when the parent has a terminal illness, one can mentally prepare for it somewhat. But knowing about it and then living through are so very very different.
I am so very glad that I have an amazing storehouse of memories of her and that she will always be there.
Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul;
In the still ness of the midnight,
Precous, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old homescenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appears.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear;
Old time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
As I travel on life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,Precious memories flood my soul.