Today is my 45th birthday.
The best gift I received, not disparaging those gifted by others, was a phone call.
A 7am phone call.
From my mom.
She had no clue what day of the week it was. Her stay in the hospital robbed her of her ability to distinguish between actual days (Monday, Tuesday, etc.). The same thing happens to me during summer vacation when I’m home for two months straight.
She did, however, know the date…my birthday.
She apologized for not sending a card.
This is coming from the woman who, two days prior, was beginning her thirteenth day in the hospital…after a brain aneurysm.
I told her, nearly in tears, that she was giving me the best gift possible…a phone call…from a woman whose life was spared.
We had a lovely chat; her voice sounded stronger than it had the day before.
She’s discovering what her limits are (walking around Walmart without the aid of a motorized wheelchair or walker is out of the question).
She’s experiencing new aches and pains as her body continues to heal.
After we hung up, I got ready for church.
At church, one of the songs we sang was Amazing Grace / My Chains are Gone.
This song always brings me to tears but especially so today.
God is so merciful. His plans are perfect.
I do not know why He does what He does…spares some people pain and not others.
I’m not brave enough to question why.
All I know is that I continue to be grateful for ALL of His gifts…today being that of my mom’s life.
Thank you for the well-wishes on Facebook, Ravelry, and via text messages. My heart is full of joy.