The hands that taught me to hold a glass/a pen, couldn't hold anything. The legs that walked me to School, couldn't even stand. The eyes that had a sparkle to it, was tear filled and half open. The mouth which taught me to talk, couldn't utter a word. The hands that had fed me, couldn't eat. It looked like my mom was in a total mess past week, but the courage she had showed for the past 11 years in fighting a terminal disease was above awesome.
She always had a smile for everyone. A hug and a kiss just when it is needed! She went one step ahead to help everyone, which is weird. She always appreciated little things in life, the flowers, the grass, the birds. She was so humble and behaved alike to everyone. She could never hold a grudge. She always forgave quickly and forgot the past. She motivated and encouraged with her powerful words, in season and out. She never got tired telling anyone what God had done for her, again and again and again and again. She found joy in everything around her. She had no enemies. She lived THE life, rather than setting rules for us to live. Her care and love for others was unconditional. She never expected anything back.
She was a miracle who taught me positive living, Christ centered in everyway. She lived as per her name. 'Amirtha' means goodness that keeps springing without getting dry. Yes, her love for her family, her friends, her collegues, her students, her neighbours, shopkeepers, maids, everyone who had seen her, had a story to tell. There were about 2000+ floating crowd to see her finaly. It was hard to see her still and stone cold, but I wonder, how big and huge the grand finale was when she entered Heaven. The bride meets the groom. I bet she got a standing ovation for putting on the good fight, and a steadfast faith.
"You welcomed her with rich blessings and placed a crown of pure gold on her head.
She asked you for life, and you gave it to her— length of days, for ever and ever."
Psalms 21:3-4
"I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith"
2 Timothy 4:7
Things that I learn, and re-learn. This is for me to read and re-read, apply and re-apply, practice and keep practising in my daily walk of life... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nebula
Friday, September 25, 2009
Gratitude!
If you had read my prev blogs, you would know, that to cheer myself up, I often look at the skies, the shapely clouds, moon, bright flowers, swaying trees and even ripe tomatoes! They make me realise how wonderful the Creator is mindful of small things.
I realised last week, that if I have eyes, which don't need a specs/contact lens, or ears that dont need a hearing aid, nose which don't need oxygen mask or any help of inhalers, a mouth with no false teeth or an ulcer, a hand that has no shooting pain, a leg that needs no crutches or a swollen knee, a heart with no hole, or when I have no headache or when I am not taking any injections, when I am not taking ANY tablets, or when I have never stepped into a hospital for a month or so ( for me or my loved ones) I can be SUPER EXCITED! Instantly! :)
I realised last week, that if I have eyes, which don't need a specs/contact lens, or ears that dont need a hearing aid, nose which don't need oxygen mask or any help of inhalers, a mouth with no false teeth or an ulcer, a hand that has no shooting pain, a leg that needs no crutches or a swollen knee, a heart with no hole, or when I have no headache or when I am not taking any injections, when I am not taking ANY tablets, or when I have never stepped into a hospital for a month or so ( for me or my loved ones) I can be SUPER EXCITED! Instantly! :)
Breath of life
In our culture, the child sleeps with the mother till he/she is old enough for a separate room. I being the youngest, and being the only girl in the family and born when my mom was 40 years old, slept beside her till now.
I remember as a kid sleeping with my hand on her, I used to try match my breathing with hers. Hold my breath to exhale and inhale to go with the same rhythm.
Mom had breathing trouble and last week, as I was sitting by her bedside, watching her breathe through the oxygen mask, I tried to match mine with hers. It was erratic and I couldn't even last for few seconds.
Made me realise, how easily we take for granted the way we breathe? A nose with 2 holes, and the air, which we can't even see. But that's the only key to the life that holds us togethar, and how grateful we should always be.
I did have the priviledge to see my mom's breathing gradualy slow down, and as she breathed her last, well fought yet a peaceful one leaving the world for the Heavenly appointment.
I remember as a kid sleeping with my hand on her, I used to try match my breathing with hers. Hold my breath to exhale and inhale to go with the same rhythm.
Mom had breathing trouble and last week, as I was sitting by her bedside, watching her breathe through the oxygen mask, I tried to match mine with hers. It was erratic and I couldn't even last for few seconds.
Made me realise, how easily we take for granted the way we breathe? A nose with 2 holes, and the air, which we can't even see. But that's the only key to the life that holds us togethar, and how grateful we should always be.
I did have the priviledge to see my mom's breathing gradualy slow down, and as she breathed her last, well fought yet a peaceful one leaving the world for the Heavenly appointment.
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