I visited my mum today. It is her 89th birthday. The visit was both happy and sad. Happy, because I could see her and celebrate 89 years with her. Happy, because she knows the Lord. But it was also sad to see what more than 40 years of MS has done and how, for a variety of reasons, her mind is not as sharp as it once was. My mum, who I remember as hard working and active, has now for nearly half her life time been struggling with a body that didn’t want to work as it should. The fact that she has reached 89, I believe, has a lot to do with her stubborn (or should it be resolute?) Dutch character.
Seeing mum reminded me that this life is a pilgrimage. We can thank God that this is not all there is. There is an escape from the vagaries of our mind and ravages of a horrible disease. The time will come when we will be made perfect and complete: perfect and complete beyond any human comprehension. The idea that there will be a day when my mum can walk and run again, causes me to choke with emotion. For the child of God that is an absolute hope and truth!
I don’t know how much longer the Lord will give my mum (or anybody for that matter) but I know that she is safe eternal hands.
2Pe 3:13 But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness.