Today a friend posted on their blog (gratefuladdict) the note below.
Someone . . . prompted by love’s pure compassion . . . placed this note on the van windshield a homeless person was living in.
This note simultaneously blessed and convicted me . . . blessed, aware of my undeserved abundance . . . convicted, how I often ‘lose sight’ of the destitution of ‘others’ less fortunate . . . ‘others’ who, just like myself, Jesus literally ‘loved to death’ some 2,000 years ago . . . and will continue to throughout eternity.
There are no ‘others’ in Jesus’ sight, and my ‘love vision’ needs to focus less on being me, and more on being like Him.
Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!
“For when I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.” … “Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.”
Matthew 25:35, 40
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Normally would not share this very private and personal message, but we spoke of our mothers.
Not very well written, but was in a rush after mom’s death…
From: Robert Lunden
Subject: Re: Mom’s Tribute, Dec. 28, 2016
Very few souls can honestly look back their entire lives and state unequivocally they never heard their mother say a curse word, never took the Lord’s name in vain, never yelled out in anger!
My blessed mom graced our family by living a Godly and righteous life from beginning to end. Life was not always easy. She raised four children and all our temperaments were challenging.
Ninety nine out of 100 people will inevitably bend to secular pressures. I honestly cannot recall even a single moment over these past 58 years whereby mom was ever hurtful or spiteful or in any way unpleasing to the Lord.
Mom’s favorite weekly event was bible study, followed by lunch and fellowship with close friends. However, her independence came into question as the eighth and a half decade imposed forgetfulness and dementia.
After retiring, I had the unique opportunity to spend two to three days a week with mom as our family worried and toiled over her ability to function safely in the latter years while living alone in her home.
During these days we would take many rides, some to Orlando, occasionally to visit relatives in far away states or simply to visit dad in this very cemetery. We would always look forward to eating out while thoroughly enjoying each other’s company.
Evenings were an especially blessed time as we would talk or watch TV and mom would look over and give her loving, warm, comforting smile then tell me how grateful she was that all her children were there for her.
Mom’s humble presence, her grace, her steadfast love, mom’s unwavering faith comforted each of her children even through her last breath.
Mom never wavered. She loved the Lord and zealously read his word daily while living each and every day of her life blessed by his grace and ever present love.
Our precious mom provided yet even another physical legacy. For nearly fifty years she kept a journal. Every day she would express her thoughts, her joys and her fears. At the end of every writing, mom would write out her daily love letter to the Lord. This October 2013 entry is typical of mom’s praise to her Savior:
“We all need you so very much O Lord! Thank you for your great love and forgiveness. I am so glad Jesus loves me! I need you always. I never want to live without you Lord! You are truly the light in my life and the joy of my salvation. Thank you Jesus for being my best friend and my Lord. I love you so very much and I thank you for loving me”.
As the end neared, mom was diagnosed with ALS. Even through these enormously challenging times, mom’s ever sweet, Godly spirit continued to bless and amaze each of us.
In the end we were honored and blessed to spend five days with our precious mom at Hospice House.
We each had ample time alone with our most adored and revered mom. Through her last hours, we as a collective family encircled her, praying hand in hand.
We were all there, even as she drew her last breath. Our Lord allowed us to participate in this honor of being with mom even as the angels escorted her into heaven.
We miss you, our sweet and precious mother. We will all rejoice again, together in heaven.
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