Mama on my Mind

It's funny, the scripture that pops from the page and fills my soul.  It's never the one(s) I'd expect.  This is what I found was written just for me this day:

Because Your lovingkindness is better than

life, my lips will praise you.  Come and hear,

all who fear God, and I will tell of what He

has done for my soul.

Ps 63:3, 66:16

Praise...that's what He want from me today.  Not because He wants something from me.  He wants it FOR me.  He alone can see the way my very soul gets lighter as I focus on His goodness in my life.  Praise reminds me of all the amazing things He's done in me and in my life - reassures me.  Comforts me.  Calms the troubled seas of thought that pound the shores of my mind.

God is so good.

I need to keep that fact in clear focus these days.  God is good.

If He's good for no other reason (and believe me, there are LOTS of other reasons), He's good for this peace that's coursing through me right now.  Is this peace from God some sort of reassurance that everything will turn out as I want it to?  I don't know.  I hope so.  All I know for sure is right now...this moment.  And this moment, I know that God is good.  All is well.  I am under the mighty protection of His gentle wing.

And so is she.

My Mom.

She is the most beautiful person I've ever known - inside and out.
She is who I hope to grow up to be.
Kind...considerate....gentle....smart...generous.
She carried me as no one else has or could.
Fights for me.
Encourages me.
I can see beauty in myself because she saw it first and was relentless in bringing it to my attention.
When I'm happy, I call her.
When I'm sad, I call her.
She rejoices with me.
She comforts me.

She's my Mama.

And (with her gracious permission to share this information)...she has a brain aneurism.

It's not huge.  It hasn't burst.  There's a plan for fixing it.  It will be repaired soon, using a procedure that is not terribly invasive and has a track record of being very successful.  In fact, she might have had this aneurism her entire life - God only knows.  I'm thankful for all of these encouraging facts, and I believe she will be just fine.

But still.

She's my Mama.

Would you join me in praying for her, please?