I have a friend who I had a good talk about faith with, and what my faith meant to me now-a-days. I admitted that unfortunately, the only reason I keep my relationship with God right now is because I have to stay connected to my mom. She, being a writer, wrote something that i'd like to share. It certainly made me think..
“Your mother is not in heaven, looking down on you. She is not watching over you and talking with Jesus. She is in the bush of roses you double glanced at this morning on your walk to school, she is in the clouds that shield your eyes from the sun when you’re driving, she is the voice in your head that tells you something isn’t right and you should just stay in tonight. She is the sunny day after it has rained for too long and she is the song that is stuck in your head. She’s the ten bucks you find in the pocket of your jeans after you put them on for the first time in months. She is laced in your veins and right beside you holding your hand. She is hugging you when you’re happy and holding you when you cry. Why would you chose to believe that she is up in the sky and that you’ll see her one day when you can open your eyes and see that she is everywhere, right now. She never left you and she never will. She’s never going to walk up to you in human form, but I can promise you she is more alive than you think. She’s in the air that you breathe. She is here, she is here, she is here.”
