Abba,
Today would have been my mother’s birthday—she would have been ninety-three. I pause to thank You for Your patience with her. She was strong-willed, hard-headed at times, yet still teachable in Your hands. You came to her, Abba. You revealed Yourself to her in ways only You could. You met her in her pain and exchanged it for peace. You gave her rest.
I saw the change in her, and that memory brings me peace today.
I know the bond between mother and daughter can be a difficult one—often strained, often combative. Thank You, Abba, for the gift of time. Thank You for allowing healing to take place between us before she went home. What once felt broken, You gently tended. What felt impossible, You softened.
I saw You doing the same work in her relationship with my younger sister, Gloria. Quietly. Faithfully. Without force. Only grace.
I still mourn her, Abba. There are days the ache returns without warning. But grief is no longer without hope. I trust that her daughters will one day be reunited with her, and that what was incomplete here will be made whole in You.
Thank You for being present in the hard places.
Thank You for redemption that reaches across generations.
Thank You for peace that outlives loss.
I place this memory in Your hands today—
with gratitude,
with longing,
and with rest.
Amen.
Whispers To Abba 