Mom's Song (A Life of Faith, Love and Hope)
The life of a catastrophe adjuster is uncertain. One day, you can be up to your elbows in claims and the next, the storm is being wrapped up and you wonder where you will be tomorrow. Maybe you will go home. But, if so, for how long?
So, here I am on October 27, 2012, winding down one storm in Canada and watching the gathering storm in the Atlantic.
I am wondering, "Where to next, Lord? For how long?"
And then I remember an old song—one I have not heard or even thought of in years. And when I remember it, I sing. And when I sing it, in my mind, I hear the familiar, comforting, rich, alto voice of my mother, the person I most often heard sing the song from her perch at the piano in whatever church my Dad or Granddad happened to be pastoring.
It was impossible to listen to my Mom's passionate delivery of this song and doubt a single word of its message. No preacher ever covered the subject more forcefully or eloquently. No one ever made its message more believable...
I don't know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day; I don't borrow from it's sunshine, For it's skies may turn to gray. I don't worry o'er the future, For I know what Jesus said; And today I'll walk beside Him, For He knows what lies ahead(chorus) Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand; But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand
There are many songs I associate with my mother, but none more than this. I can tell you that she believed—and still believes—every word of it. She has faced every trial, every setback, every heartache with incredible grace and unwavering faith. And that includes the sudden, premature loss of the love of her life.
We kids do not have Dad's reassuring voice telling us everything will be okay. But we still have Mom's song.
And today is her birthday.
Happy birthday, Mom!