We were blessed to receive rains on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The rains were such a welcome sight! I know that they were long overdue and it will soon be evident in the lushness of all things green and growing in and around our neighborhood.
My mother has been in the hospital this past week and Friday she, my sister and I watched the rain from her hospital room before I headed home. There’s just something renewing and cleansing about a good rain, isn’t it? But as I drove home in the rain I thought about how, had she not been stronger, had she waited longer before getting to the hospital, the rains might feel completely different. Rather than a cleansing/renewal of hope, would I feel as if it was adding to the sadness washing over me? Like most things in life, it depends upon the situation or how you look at things.
Today, Mom was released from the hospital with plans for a complete recovery. My older sister did the honors of pick-up and delivery. Mom has been our beacon of light in every storm we have ever weathered. In our darkest hour, she was there to calm our fears and give us direction – and usually show us the humor in the situation; but most importantly – she was always there. We have always known in the back of our minds that we wouldn’t have her forever; but for us, this was really the closest we’d ever come to having an inkling of how that might actually feel… It is worse than I ever imagined.
Today, I am thankful for those who took such good care of my mother during her stay in the hospital, for those who visited, those who called, those who cared and those who prayed.