Don’t Weep For Me

by Sandy Kirby Quandt

As most of you know, my mom died last year, November 6th, 2014. Tomorrow, September 16, would have been her 96th birthday and I miss her bunches.

While I know it is selfish of me to wish she were still here, considering how weak and ill she became near the end of her life, I miss her.

I know she doesn’t want me to be sad. But I am.

I know she wants me to be happy she’s no longer in pain. And I am.

I know she wants me to be glad she’s with my dad and our Father in heaven. And I am.

I know this world is not our home. We’re just a-passing through.

I know Jesus died so we can be with him in the place he is preparing for us.

I know that I know that I know … all our tears will be wiped away.

Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.

If you have lost someone dear to you, what comfort have you received from God’s promises?

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Then he told me, “These are those who have come through the great oppression: they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. That is why they now have their place before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple. He who sits upon the throne will be their shelter. They will never again know hunger or thirst. The sun shall never beat upon them, neither shall there be any scorching heat, for the Lamb who is in the centre of the throne will be their shepherd and will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.” Revelation 7:14b-17 (Phillips)

I wish you well.


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2 thoughts on “Don’t Weep For Me

  1. Chief and I were with Mom a year ago to help celebrate her birthday…and last time I was with her. I miss her lots and catch myself reaching for the phone to tell her something. She’s free of pain and in a much better place, but still alive in our memories.


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