Today marks the second anniversary of my mother’s passing and with it come the bittersweet memories of the events that led to her death. My healing took a huge step forward the days immediately following her passing. The identity revelations and significance of that healing were painstakingly shared in my mother’s eulogy. (See Part 2 of this series to read more.)
While flying home later that day, the Lord nudged me to start writing about all of these miraculous things. And so my manuscript, “Walking My Mother Home”, published in Journeys to Mother Love, was born that day in my journal on the flight home from St. Louis.
My Mom, circa 1955
Fast forward one year later to January 2012. When my grief was still fresh, I wrote and submitted my manuscript to Cladach Publishing. As a new writer, I had many doubts about my ability to write that piece. Yet I knew when I submitted the manuscript that this story had to be told. I released the outcome of that submission, as I had the timing of my mother’s death the year before.
Confirmation of the Call
The day I received notice from Cladach Publishing that my story was accepted was like a kiss from heaven above and confirmation of the call to write. The timing was perfect, January 30th—sandwiched between the anniversaries of both Rosa’s and my mother’s passings. It was a gift from God to be able to honor our mothers in this poignant way with the publishing of our story.
I never dreamed any of these things were possible. In fact, as I prepared for my mother’s passing, one of the main things I somewhat selfishly desired was for my life to get back to normal. Earlier this week while in a period of self-care and reflection, it all seemed to hit me, and I let the tears flow. The death of my mother brought nothing close to normalcy in my life. I was radically transformed from the inside out. My family and I have both had to adapt to these changes. Quite honestly, as glamorous as it may seem at times, it hasn’t been easy.
A New Normal
I have accepted that the writing, the speaking, the sharing of my story and my Spanish connection are part of my new normal. It was a gift that I was open to receiving when I released my mother’s life to the Lord two years ago. So I blindly answered the call to write in honor of my mother and in obedience to Him.
My Mom, a silver haired beauty.
I never take for granted that the Lord put all these steps in motion on my journey. He placed the desire to write on my heart many, many years ago. When the timing was right, He gave me a story that would touch the lives of others in similar situations. I have received many comments and feedback on how this story (and the book in general) has touched people’s lives. When the times are rough, that is what I remember most. It reminds me that God is using my pain for His glory.
Whether our stories are publically shared in print or privately amongst friends, our stories of faith are a gift from God. Be ready to share your story of healing, never forget, and watch God redeem it. You never know how He will use it or when.
Making Me Bold 