Saturday, March 30, 2013
As my brother, sister and I were cleaning out Mom's house after she passed away last May, we found a small wooden sign next to her mirror with just one word on it - COURAGE. We all looked at each other, then my brother left the room for a moment and my sister and I cried. We cried with realization, empathy, and pride - our mother had been amazingly brave and resolute in her battle, gentle and kind throughout. We wondered how perhaps that one thought, seen and contemplated daily, helped her maintain that beautiful attitude.
My siblings gave me that little wooden sign to take home with me. It sits on the bookcase by my bed, and I cherish it not simply as a memory, but as a call. All of us need courage to face the things given to us to strengthen and deepen our spirits. Whatever those wounds, whatever our gifts, the realization that we ARE brave, and we CAN endure is one that comes late to some of us.
My mother was a fervent believer, as am I, both of us knowing the comfort and strength to be found in our Lord. I believe that little sign was Mom's reminder that she also needed to do her part, as I need to do mine. Courage.