On Eagle's Wings

On Eagle's Wings
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:29-31


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

My Mother

Memories of my sweet mother are so dear, I treasure them all. I have written about her several times. Today I am just remembering that on August 30, 1987, she was called to her heavenly home. We loved her, we lost her, but there will be a day we will see her again. She is in eternal, blissful joy now and, as much as she loved all of us, she would not want to return. 

She suffered for several years with cancer, but never let it steal her joy, cause her to be bitter, or even be grumpy with anybody. She was such a trooper through the hardest circumstances. 

Betty Jean was truly the lady with that gentle and quiet spirit and friendly to all. She never lacked for company during her sickness and everybody would gather in her room to be with her.

Sister Roberta on upper right and
Mom with Aunt Gerry in bottom pic.
As I mentioned several days ago, the presence of children during difficult times bring joy and laughter into the suffering. I know it was true for my mom to be able to enjoy her grandbabies.

In searching recently for photos, I found an album that my Aunt Gerry made for Mom's birthday in 1985. Gerry had gathered together photos from their childhood and copied them to make a special album for Mom to enjoy. 
Sonny, Gerry and Mom

Baby sister, Nancy
She listed in the back of the album names of their childhood friends, places they liked to go, favorite foods, neighbors they liked to bug, teachers, and things they liked to do. She wrote a poem about their growing up years which I am sharing here for my photo journal. 

Happy Birthday, Betty!!!

Didn't we love our childhood days,
whiling away the hours
be-bopping all over our end of town,
always picking bouquets of flowers;
lilacs, flags, poppies, and roses ...
I can almost smell them now.
(Then there was Mom's old red sweater 
she wore when milking the cow) whew!

We had Sonny to tease us and make us laugh,
and didn't we tease him, too?
Weren't we proud of our baby? (Nancy)
and the cute things she'd say and do.

Dear Grandmas Sanders and Upjohn,
and all our other kin
are just as dear to us now,
as they were a way back then.
Our cousin Merle was lots of fun!
Remember "Muhz Muhz" stick out your tongue"?

We loved our home and Mother and Dad,
and recall all the fun and good times we had.
Time went by swiftly, and we each went our way,
but thank God we're all here and can laugh and say,
"Those days are past, but sure not gone!
Cause in our memory they still live on!"
Like jewels in a treasure chest,
we relive them, then put them back to rest.

More special than the album she made, Aunt Gerry actually quit her job and left her home in Colorado to come stay with my mom in Oklahoma. What a precious gift!

Mom and Gerry about 15 years before

It was heartbreaking that I could not be with my mom as she left this earth. Good-byes are hard, but at least they do provide closure. That is something that, due to circumstances or distance beyond my control, I have never experienced with loved ones who have passed. I have envied those who get to experience the sweet bedside good-byes as their loved one leaves this life, but my heart is comforted knowing my mother was not alone as she went through the valley of the shadow of death.

A few years ago, the Lord brought to my mind something after visiting an old friend at the hospital. At 95, he was tired and weary and wanted to go home to be with the Lord. He was ready. As I left the hospital, I noticed a woman seated in a wheelchair surrounded by a group of people. A closer look revealed that she was cradling a newborn child in her arms.Those around her were hovering and fussing over the two of them with excitement about the new addition to their family.

All of a sudden, a thought occurred to me about the similarity of the futures for the newborn and my friend. This baby was going to its new home where the welcome would be warm and the love would be great. The family would now have this child with them in their home.

My friend was also going to be welcomed to his new Home soon. As this Scripture from Psalms came to my mind, I loved the thought of it. "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."

Think of it! Death is not mourned in heaven when God's kids are coming home to be with Him forever! How awesome is that? Heaven is rejoicing and it is precious to our Father when His kids are finally with Him in the place He has prepared for them.


  1. Thank you, Nonnie, for sharing this with us. How sweet it is when our loved one goes to Heaven. It is sad for us no longer to have them with us but so exciting to know they are no longer in pain here on earth. You brought back memories of when my Mother passed on to her Heavenly home, I was blessed to be by her side when she left this world. I love how you descripted it with the woman holding the baby.

  2. Lovely thoughts. I am happy you shared them.

  3. Beautiful. I've been thinking a lot more lately of my dear husband who is now with Jesus. Some of our loved ones have so much pain while on this earth. It is comforting to know that they are no longer in pain.

  4. Your aunt is(was?) a special soul and what a blessing for you and your mom. The poem is so beautiful. I was not with my mom when she passed and since it happened at night, in her sleep, she was alone (except for her Angels) and I'm always sorry that one of us wasn't there with her. I was blessed to be with my dad and with Joe's mom. I love that you could see the similarities between the baby going home and a loved one at the end of his life going home to be with Christ. We are so blessed with that promise!

  5. I was blessed to be by my mom's side along with my 3 sisters when she passed into heaven's gates three years ago, and how grateful I am. But more grateful is the knowing that she no longer struggles and suffers and is there now in a perfect body rejoicing and waiting for us all to eventually join her. Such a good analogy about a birth here and the rejoicing that goes on, and how heaven rejoices when we enter there too. My heart still aches for my mom. How much I'd love to talk to her some days. But the KNOWING I will see her again, talk to her again, laugh with her again, really brings such comfort and peace. How blessed we are to know that.

  6. I too was blessed to be at my mother's side when Our Lord called her home along with my two sisters, one brother and other members of the family. Her passing was peaceful and the ending of suffering from colon cancer. Mom passed on December 21st 2004 and I think of her and miss her every day but knowing I will see her again when I'm called home makes me happy and blessed.

  7. What a wonderful tribute to your mom. I loved your beautiful story and it brought back my mothers last days of fighting cancer. To be loved so much all of her life says everything about what a dear person she was. The birthday gift in her earlier years with photos and the lovely poem was so sweet.

    I am late with my visit this week but I am so happy I found time to see this post. I too have 'faith' that there will be a great reunion one day with our loved ones that have passed.
    Blessings to you and yours.

  8. This is such a beautiful post, Nonnie. You've brought tears to my eyes.

    I am sorry that you weren't able to be there with your mama. I wasn't able to be with my daddy when he passed away either. He died alone at home. :(

    I am so glad that your aunt was able to be there and spend this time with your mama. I know it must have meant so much for both of them.

    I have only been with one person for their transition from this life to their new Heavenly home. I was with my maternal grandpa. I had our oldest daughter, then almost 2 years old, with me. My aunt had just left the room. The hospice worker was trying to help him breathe. I won't go any further with the description, but it was horrible. In all of its sadness and scariness, however, there was a beautiful moment. My baby girl, too little to be blinded to the reality of Heavenly Father, too little to comprehend death...waved bye to him and said "bye-bye, Papa". The look on her face, the direction of her wave...I know she saw Who came for him and it was a beautiful moment.

    This is a beautiful tribute to your mama. It is obvious that she was a well-loved and loving lady as is your Aunt Gerry. {{{Hugs}}}

    Have a blessed day.