God bless you.
The Holy Ghost has commanded that I share with you a recent comment that deeply
touched my heart and compelled me to take a stroll back down memory lane to visit my
dear departed mother.
I also want to share the response I made to my beloved reader in my effort to comfort
her as I would like to do the same for others of you who have recently lost your dear
mother and are wondering how you might face this trying new year without mama.
Thank you for sharing your inspirational thoughts. As I write this, I am in the pits of depression because my dear mother died. I cannot think of ever being happy again and the thought of going through 2009 is just exhausting. God must have led me to your blog. I will re-visit to be inspired by your faith and strength.
Finally, I wish you the very best of health. Please continue to share your ministry to those of us who need to be strengthened.
God bless you and your family."
BANKS' RESPONSE: Dear Jami, I lost my dear mother, Sarah Loraine Banks,
when I was but 11 years old. She was just 43 years old when she died a painful death and
my pain still throbs deep in the pits of my heart and soul some 54 years later.
We'll never forget our dear mother. Never. And no matter how long she lives, even if
she lives to be 100, we never want to lose her. She is more precious than the rarest of
diamonds and the purest of gold. But we also never want to see our loved
ones suffer, too, as is often the case when they age greatly.
So we thank God for the season He saw fit to bless us with her precious presence,
knowing all long that she, you and I must some day also die unless Jesus beats death to
the punch and comes back for us in the Rapture. For we are not our own anyway. Mama
always belonged to God. He simply loaned her to us to bear us, nurse us, wean us, rock
us to sleep with a lullaby, raise and train us up in the way that we should go in order
for us to get the most out of life.
But eventually, in His own appointed time, He dispatches death from that seeming
terrible terminal in destiny's dungeon to come here on special assignment to reclaim her
for His pleasure. But God never leaves us shortchanged when He reclaims mama. He
leaves us countless precious memories.
Thank God for Mama. Thank God for her apple pie, buttermilk biscuits, pancakes,
fried chicken, green peas, mashed potatoes and gravy. Thank God's for mama's kisses,
mama's hugs, mama's smiles, mama's tears, mama's sacrifices and, most of all, for
mama's prayers. She's gone now but only in the flesh, Jami. As long as we have a
memory, we can tabernacle with her any sweet time we please.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Be encouraged, Jami and others of you in the same predicament. You have our
prayers and God will not only see you through this loss, He will compensate by being
a mother for the motherless and a father for the fatherless. He will turn your tears into
cheers and your sadness into gladness.
Be not dismayed whate'er betide, God will take care of you.
Beneath His wings of love abide, God will take care for you.
God will take care of you, thru every day o'er all the way
He will take care of you, God will take care of you
And furthermore, largely because of the good old years you used to have with her,
you will be able to have a happy new year without her because of your precious
memories.And rest assured that we will meet our dear mothers again some day in a
land where we will never grow old.
God bless you.