Ceuti67's Blog

As I sit with mom, watching over her in her time of need, I find myself overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. I’m 56 now and mom through each of those years has been a constant rock, my clear and consistent light, and now, as she battles the years (mom is 97), her unwavering faith in God shines through, offering me comfort and strength in the face of impending loss.

My mother has always been a woman of deep faith, a faith that has carried her through life’s toughest moments. Even now, as she faces her own mortality, her belief in God’s plan remains unshakeable. She finds peace in prayer, solace in scripture, and comfort in the knowledge that she is in God’s hands. In her hospital bed – mom points upward, acknowledging just how certain she is. Her God, she knows has never and even now won’t ever abandon her.

And in her faith, I find comfort too. I find comfort in knowing that she is not alone, that God is with her, guiding her, and giving her strength. I find comfort in her assurance that everything happens for a reason, that even in our darkest moments, God is there, holding us in His embrace.

Her faith gives me hope. Hope that there is a greater purpose to all of this, that in HIS arms and in HIS will, we will find peace and understanding. It gives me strength to face the days ahead, knowing that God’s love is infinite, and that He will carry us through this trial.

I find myself leaning on her faith, drawing from it the courage to face the inevitable. I find myself cherishing every moment we have left together, knowing that our time is precious and fleeting (isn’t it always so?). And I find myself grateful for her unwavering belief, for in it, I find the comfort and strength I need to carry on. So as I wait for my mother, I do so with a heart full of love, a soul strengthened by faith, and a spirit uplifted by the knowledge that God is with us, now and always. And in that, I find peace.