20 Sundays today, sinagu! I love you and miss you so much. May your beautiful soul RIP ❤
Yes, 140 days ago, our world took a turn for the worse! And it remains so – I say this with resolve because the lips that ALWAYS moved in prayer stopped moving then; prayers of thanksgiving, protection, love etc for and over her children, grandchildren and greatchildren – from the first born to the last, with our families.
A mother’s words of love and wisdom are far more precious than gold, silver etc – cherish them always; a widow’s prayers more meaningful than you’ll ever know, never ever take them for granted. Because once they’re gone you will physically feel the absence of those prayers. I can attest to that and I’m sure my older and younger siblings will agree with me.
We remain strong through God’s grace. Grace given freely, not because we deserve or earn it! Therefore, we must live prayerfully and thankfully no matter the circumstances, just as mum taught us, a million times and over – in her words, through her actions, and, most importantly her prayers.
The following verses from Psalm remind me so much of her unwavering faith in God shown by her prayer-filled life:
147 I rise before dawn and cry for help;I have put my hope in your word.
148 My eyes stay open through the watches of the night,
that I may meditate on your promises.
Psalm 119:147-148 (NIV)
147 Daba do se kiniamu na tore isimu, hekaha totona na taimu, emu hereva na larodiamu.
148 Hanuaboi gima negana ai matagu e nogamu, emu gwauhamata baina haeroa totona.
Salamo 119: 147-148 (Motu)