On the day my mom died 3 years ago, our last conversation was about the beauty of the sunlight filtering through the old, lovely trees in the front of my parent’s house. Today, I woke up to an absolutely glorious, sun-shine filled day here in South Florida . After yesterday’s meltdown and incredibly long, tense day, I came home and took a long walk last night. And for the first time in a long time, slept well without waking up till 6:30 this morning.
Sherod will be released around lunchtime. I got a call from the girl Maria who told me that yesterday, her day was F-A-B-U-L-U-O-S and either Sherod and I both, or just I, will get to spend some time with her late this afternoon. By noon today, the paperwork I managed to get completed yesterday and FedExed, will be in the hands of the law firm that handled the closing of our house in Lowndesboro (and they already have our money) so that part of the dream has come true.
Not that it is easy, not that there aren’t times when I truly don’t know how I am going to take the next step. But that the reserves of grace are deep and always available. I learned that first from my mom, and as much as I still grieve her absence, there is far more gladness for the strength I inherited from her than pain today. Her favorite phrase was “pa’lante, pa’lante” (onward, onward). It is a good life motto.
The light after the storm… is always so much more miraculous.