I appreciate your thoughts and prayers for my family and I these past few days.
West Texas was just as I remember it. My Mama and Papa's house was just the same as well, except that instead of an exuberant southern grandmother waiting to greet us when we walked through the door, there were rows and rows of casseroles and hams and pies brought over by neighbors and friends. That's one thing about the south- in times of trouble there is ALWAYS food to help ease the pain.
But truly, all was as it should have been. My mama would have loved every second of us all being together. She would have loved the words spoken at her service and the hydrangeas that lay across her casket. She would have loved our time spent sifting through her many books and our laughter and recollection of old memories. She would have been so excited to watch all of her children and grandchildren gather together in one space, unhurried and without distractions. I think we honored her well.
And yesterday, before I left, I found this card on which she had written a short prayer. It was tucked away beneath stacks of papers, and as I read it I felt as though her words were a gift to me- a gentle reminder of how simple our prayers should be.
"Dear Lord, I will try to look forward to the changes in my life without fear... I know you will lead me safely up every path. Amen."
Thank you Mama.