The Call
She was sleeping, eyes closed, deep breaths when from a far she heard a ringing. Eyes closed, she reached for her phone, dropped it to the phone, picked it up, answered, hit the speaker to hear, “ Mom, I want to die.” Instantly awake, “What’s up son? I love you.”
“Mom, it’s back, the anxiety. I can’t sleep. I am shaking”
“I’m here son. I love you. God loves you more. You don’t want to die.”
“Yes, mom, I do.”
“No, son, you don’t. You called,” mom patiently replied.
“Yes, mom, I do.”
Click, the phone went dead. Fully awake, making coffee, breakfast mom went through her morning habit stacks. Praying as she moved. Lord, you are in control, You love him. Your word says, Whatsoever we bind on earth shall be bound in heaven Matthew 18:18. I claim Your promises, thank you Lord for binding the spirit of depression, death in my son’s life. Thank you for releasing the spirit of love, life and salvation in him. Your will be done. In Your precious name we honor You.
She sat down, drank her coffee, ate her breakfast calling her son. The call went to voice mail, she waited, prayed, dialed again. Voicemail. “Ok God, guide my footsteps, show me the way.”
Prayerfully she washed the dishes, sipped her coffee making her way to her morning spot, sitting down she dialed again. This time her son answered, silence. “I love you son.” she said into the phone.
“Thanks for calling mom,” he replied.
“Can I show you my amaryllis? Let’s Facetime.”
“Yes.” he replied.
“You see it? Nonny gave me this on Dec. 1. They bloom by Christmas. I planted it in my favorite elephant planter, placed him by the window. Only a bit of green shot up. I love the planter so I have kept watering him. Nothing. Nothing, but I kept watering him. Look at him today.” She put the camera on the amaryllis. The stalk was long, curved with a large bud on the tip. You could see the beginning of a blossom, red peaking through. “You see I didn’t give up and he is getting ready to bloom.”
“Great story mom,” the son replied.
“Can I read to you?” asked mom.
“Yes,” replied son.
“ Psalm 77, get your Bible,” she began;
“I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.
I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.
I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked:
“Will the Lord reject forever?
Then I thought, “To this I will appeal:
the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.
I will remember the deeds of the Lord;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
I will consider all your works
and meditate on all your mighty deeds.”
Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God”
You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the people.
With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters saw you, God,
the waters saw you and writhed;
the very depths were convulsed.
The clouds poured down water,
the heavens resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.
Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.
Your path led through the sea,
your way through the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.
You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.”
God’s spirit filled her, weeping she continued. Can I pray for you?”
“Yes, mom,” replied son.
Mom began to pray, alternating between rereading the Psalm and praying aloud. After a few more read she heard.
“Mom, I am good, ready to sleep. Thanks,” replied son.
“Ok, son, be well,” replied mom, “I love you, God loves you more.”
They hung up.
“Thanks God for another day, another miracle. Guide our footsteps,” continued mom in prayer, “Your will be done. I love him, You love him more. I trust in You, show us the way.”
ML
Love to all! Be well, know that God is just a breath away. You are loved, forever held in His hand.
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