Help Me at Momma's House
We had always "butted heads," but I was hoping that this visit would be different. I had flown to visit Momma. She wasn't well, and I was doing my best not to argue. It seemed that every time I was around her, it was like I was nine years old again - and I am going on 60! I had spent many hours on flights and in ground transportation to get there, and she had just spent an hour telling me how wonderful my step-sister and her kids were. As usual, in her presence I felt inferior. I spent some time on my cell phone with my dear Husband, who usually gets me grounded again. It helped, but not enough. I really wanted to get on a plane and run home (and I had three more days to go in my planned visit). I stopped in my stroll (I had to leave her house to call hubby) and I prayed. "Lord, please help me. I just can't seem to cope with Momma and I want to go home." Even though I knew that He knew my heart, I poured it all out to Him. I was almost back to Momma's house when the "still, small voice" spoke, gently, to my heart. "Let it go, daughter. Let Me have it. Time is short. Trust in Me." I knew that my Redeemer had spoken to me and I cried. I stopped walking and thanked Him. I got myself together and returned to my Momma's house. Was the rest of the visit easy? No! But, each time that she started to get to me, I took a quiet breath and breathed in my Lord's peace. I am grateful today for that time, as Momma is not well. She still knows how to push my buttons, but I don't let her know that it upsets me. I turn it over to Christ and I have peace. Now, I just continue to pray for Momma so that before she leaves this earth, she will know Jesus as I do. Praise You Lord! -- Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore
