It’s a beautiful, unseasonably warm day here in the suburbs of DC just like it was sixteen years ago. I remember that day because it was the worst day of my life.
I had such a lovely time driving around running errands to prepare for the arrival of my parents that night. But just before I left for the airport my brother called to tell me about my dad. He’d had a massive heart attack on the flight. I would not be picking him up from the airport ever again. My parents’ quick but frequent trips to see Will and me came to a screeching halt, and honestly I expected my mom to instantly become old and frail and joyless.
But none of those things proved to be true, none of my fears were realized. I would never have thought my mom, who was so utterly crushed, could continue to be a woman of faith and encouragement to all those around her. With my dim human understanding, I thought the best friend by her side, the man who she’d been married to and adored since she was a mere child of seventeen, was the cornerstone, that she’d crumble without him. But she didn’t.
No, for the last sixteen years, through all the heartaches and losses, she has been the same old Mom. I remember friends in high school saying, “I really like your mom.” I’d be thinking, “Well, no kidding, everybody likes my mom. What’s not to like?” There’s something about her that just makes you feel comfortable. I tend to be pretty engaging and thankfully make friends easily, but this is not from my mom. She makes friends easily too, but we accomplish this by entirely different means. I tend to be very outgoing and might even pepper people with questions — something my mom would never do. She just has a chill, inviting spirit about her. People tell her things, but not because she asks.
I am so proud of her — what an amazing mom and gramma she’s been for all of us, what an amazing example of trusting God through dark, heart wrenching days. She’s consistently modeled a heart of gratitude for the many blessings in her life. She’s the antithesis of a “Why me?” person. Instead she’s personified that God’s grace is sufficient.
So, friends, I hope I can trust God like my mom, even when darker days inevitably come. I hope I can face each day knowing that God has a plan, and that just as Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 12:8-9: “Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it [the thorn in his side] away from me. But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'”
I hope you believe that God’s grace is sufficient too. May we never tell God what we cannot do.