Looking back

It has been fifteen days since I've written. Fifteen days of having my heart broken a little at a time. In the time since I've written I've watched my mother slip a little bit more from this life.  On the 25th day of September my mother went home to be with The Lord. The day she died I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. 

I didn't realize in the caring of my mother I was waiting, waiting for what happened next. In doing so I failed to recognize the gifts I'd been given.  Now, given the time and space to be able to reflect I can see the goodness of God, His faithfulness and the many gifts He bestowed on me.

Beginning today and going forward, I will reflect not only on daily gifts but also the ones I've received during the last 20 days of my mothers precious life. 

Today's gifts:

1. Hearing my mom tell me she loved me

2. People magazine

3. Daniel

4. Walking my mom home.

5. Sunset