DAY 3B

DAY 3 –

SOBBING IN HER ARMS

I once ministered in the city where my mother lived. She was the one who loved me well growing up, even though I spent years in boarding schools because my father was in politics. She prayed for my soul when I was an atheist and desperately lost in deception and drugs. I received Jesus on Mother’s Day because of her prayers. Sitting near the back and suffering from dementia, I asked her to stand as I began to share about her influence on my life. I broke down. Someone yelled, “Give her a hug!” I continued to try and speak, only to break down again. The same person yelled with greater emphasis, “Give her a hug!” This time, I walked down the aisle to meet her. Sobbing in her arms, she whispered, “That’s OK, sweetheart.” It would be the last time I saw my mother in her right mind.