“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you …”
Yesterday was an emotional day. I shared how God clearly answered a prayer I had before him for the month of January and the mix of joy and sorrow that accompanied that response. Something I saw first thing in the morning fueled my emotions before I ever got to see God’s answer to my prayers.
I’m blessed to go early to Jacob’s home each morning and help get the girls up and around and off to school on time. Amity is often awake when I get to the house, but generally I rouse Dara. She is a late and very sound sleeper. She has taken to sleeping in a little ‘club’ that she created in a corner of her room. She has a cozy little nest on the floor and has surrounded it with many of her treasures. A sizeable doll house that has been largely unused for the past couple of years is at her head. It has several rooms and each room holds some of her treasures.
Yesterday I really looked at the nooks and crannies of the doll house and realized that the room closest to where Dara sleeps is her “Mommy” room. She has collected several mementos of her Mom and placed them in that room. There are three loose pictures laying flat on the room’s floor, a pair of her Mom’s earrings, and a 5X7 framed picture of Dara and her Mom together when Dara was around one year old. All of this is carefully arranged and obviously treasured.
Seeing that memorial reminded me once again of the measure of the loss in Dara and Amity’s lives. Losing a Mom is no small thing in the life of a child. I know even a few months after Becky died both Dara and Amity were struggling to remember … to hear and remember her voice, to keep and cherish the good times. There is a tug of war in them to remember, love, and cherish Becky while trying to figure out how to knit themselves into this new life and new home. It isn’t easy.
I pray for them a lot. Again I think of yesterday’s answer to prayer and rejoice to know that God hears, God sees, and God comes down to rescue.
“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.” Isaiah 49:15-16