God Knows What We Are Going Through ~~~

My mother had been gone a little over a year. She died of a brain tumor . My children were quite small and there were times I would give anything to talk to her and ask her opinion of raising the children, on what to do in certain situations, on a number of things. Once, right after she had passed away, Becca, my four year old had done something wonderful and I had run to the phone and had mom's phone number dialed before I realized what I had done. I missed her so much. Mom was so talented. She could paint, sew designer clothes by mixing patterns, sing, but her one true love was writing stories. I never knew her to get anything published but she still wrote stories. The hardest time for me after mom died was Mother's Day. I hated it. It brought back so many memories, and yet I knew I had to get over those feelings for my kids sake. It was Sunday and My husband and I were sitting in the morning service and had our four children come and join us after Sunday School. They had brought with them all the coloring and story papers that children usually collect. My oldest had picked up a senior high school paper called, "Hi Call." She laid it down on the pew and was listening to the pastors sermon. I'd had a particular trying week, with work and trying to raise four babies. At times I would become so tired, I couldn't feel God around me, yet I knew he was. I really needed some encouragement from some where. All of sudden I looked down at the pew and there was my mothers name on the publication along with a drawing. I couldn't believe my eyes. I picked it up and sure enough my mother had written this story before she died. My mother lived in another state and had never had anything published to my knowledge. But I remember her talking about this story she was writing. This was such a miracle. I am the only one in the family who attends this church denomination and if I hadn't seen it, absolutely no one would have known she had the story published. My father loved my mother so much and had been having a real rough time since she passed away. I got on the phone and called all the area churches where Dad lived and asked them to save the papers if they had any left after the Sunday School classes. My sister ran and picked them up and took them to Dad. You see Dad's not a Christian, but this was a real witness to our whole family. For some reason me knowing that God cared enough to set up all the circumstances for me to see that paper settled my heart and soul, and now I celebrate Mother's Day with all the other Mothers and I know Mom accomplished the one thing in life that was her hearts desire. She was an Author and God made sure her family knew.

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