Cruelty

It's just plain cruel...
My mom called me this evening quite confused. First of all, her phone wasn't working - yea, I know she CALLED me but I guess her neighbor WAS helping her. She's been trying to call my dad but his number didn't work. She's calling her own number...I asked if she wanted me to come over and she said yes.

I was trying to watch "Diners, Drive-ins and Dives" with her, but she kept talking about the trouble she had earlier.  She told me Dad had been in the kitchen and she told him they could have chili for dinner. But then he was gone. She went back to the kitchen a few minutes later and he was gone. As she told me the story, I could, for a moment, picture my dad in her kitchen.  What joy and certain relief she must have felt to be with him again.

And that was when the cruelty of it all struck me... along with everything else, she loses my dad over and over again.

But I guess if you look for it, there is always something beautiful. After we discussed that dad was gone, Mom told me she knew Dad was waiting for her in heaven. It was such a simple and beautiful statement of faith, not only in God but in eternal life provided through faith in Jesus. It's truth she has known since she was a young girl. So in the midst of all the cruelty, I'll hold on to the beautiful.