When You Come Home

I took a break from reviewing during the last year because of my mother's declining health. Over the last few years her dementia started taking her memories.  In the fall, we had to move her to a home.  It was hard on everyone but we were not in a position to give her 24 hour care.  On March 6, the Lord called her home.  While we are sad that we can't talk to her anymore we have to be thankful that she is no longer suffering.  My little 6 year old nephew summed it up best.  He said "...so Grandma went to live with Jesus.  That's a good thing."

I plan on dedicating this site to her memory.  Her life was a great example of the unconditional love of Christ.  Even if she didn't agree with what you were doing, you always knew that she loved you. 

She had a gift that she didn't even realize.  Anyone who talked to her knew that she genuinely cared about them.  You had her undivided attention.  This is something that Jesus demonstrated to us in the Gospels.  In this day and age, more than ever, we need to take the time to listen to other people.  Do not rush through life and miss out on opportunities to demonstrate Christ's love to others.  You never know when that person you don't take the time to talk to needs sometime to talk to.  You might make the difference that saves their life.

As I reflect on everything that my mom did for me, I keep being reminded of a song by Mark Schultz.  Go out and buy "When You Come Home".  If you mother is still alive you will want to run to her and give her a hug.  If she has gone to heaven, you know she will be waiting when you come home.

(lyrics copyright by Mark Schultz)

My first day of recess

They all laughed at me
When I fell off the swing set
And scraped up my knee
The nurse called my Momma
To say I'd be late,
And when she gave me the phone
I could hear Momma say
"I'm so sorry, son.
Oh I think you're' so brave"
And she was smilin when she said:
When you come home,
No matter how far,
run through the door
And into my arms
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong
And I will be here
When you come home

I waved good-bye through the window
As I boarded the plane,
My first job in Houston
Was waiting for me
I found a letter from Momma
Tucked in my coat
And as I flew down the runway
I smiled when she wrote:
I'll miss you, son,
You'll be so far away
But I'll be waiting for the day
When you come home
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home

Well, I don't think
She can hear you now,
The doctor told me
Your mother is fading,
It's best that you leave
So I whispered,
I love you
And then turned away.
But I stopped at the door
When I heard Momma say,
I love you, son,
But they're callin me away
Promise me before I go
When you come home,
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms;
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home,
When you come home.