A Daisy of a Whisper

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Mama’s gone. Shouldn’t I see heaven open or angels kiss her cheek? The room felt the same. I brushed the back of my hand across her face. Cold. Her hands? Still warm.

A single ache arose. “Mama…”

Long illnesses take their toll. Weariness numbs.

The hospice nurse arrived to declare Mother dead, and the funeral home came to remove her body. What did I feel? Surreal.

”Where are you, Lord?”

The house emptied. My husband went to bed.

I couldn’t. Hadn’t something permanent and profound happened? I sat and waited. For something. Anything. Nothing.

I moved mom’s things from the living room, where’d she’d been comfortable, to the guest room. I emptied the trash cans and started a load of laundry. The living room emptied but the hospital bed remained. Expectation stood alert.

Silence. Nothing.

I turned on the television. An early morning program with lovely scenery, scripture, and music droned in the room. I scrolled through Facebook as the swirl of “It is Well with My Soul” seemed to build. Looking up at the TV, there awaited my moment.

Daisies danced in a gentle breeze. Their white petals and yellow faces stretched toward the sunlight as though they were social.

I will both lie down in peace and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8

Mama… Safe in the arms of the One in whom she believed.

I waited patiently for the Lord and he inclined to me and heard my cry. Psalm 40:1

She suffered no more.

He has put a new song in my mouth—praise to my God. Psalm 40:3

Mama loved daisies. They were her favorite flower, and most likely I was the only person who knew that about Mama anymore. All her daisy-giving people had gone to Heaven before her.

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And I knew… Mama was having a very good day. Those she loved were reunited with her, their faces and hands lifted in sweet reunion. God had touched her and made her whole, healthy, and spry.

For hours I’d listened for His whisper. Waited for His touch. And in that moment, my Father did not disappoint. Though bitter for me, reality was very sweet for Mama.

 

My flesh and my heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Psalm 73:26

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Listen for His Whispers 

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13 Comments

  • Rachel on October 15, 2015

    Wonderfully written, Ann. My eyes did not stay dry for this one.

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on October 15, 2015

      Just yesterday, Adeline and I talked about Grandpa Erwin and Mamaw Reba. I told her Mamaw probably told Grandpa Erwin all about her and Baby Sean. You can bet he’s up-tp-date. 🙂

  • Jenny Carlisle on October 15, 2015

    So perfectly written. I strained for a long time after my Mama left us before I could express anything. So glad God sent you those daisies. They are my favorite, too! Love to you, dear friend.

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on October 15, 2015

      Thanks, Jenny. I now understand better what others have been through. Love you, too!

  • Elsie Brunk on October 15, 2015

    Such a lovely remembrance, Ann. I can tell that your was a very special person. It’s great how God comes through for us in our times of need!

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on October 19, 2015

      He is so faithful, Elsie. You know. I love and value your friendship so much!

  • Patty on October 16, 2015

    Beautiful words, Ann. Thank you for sharing. Love you!

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on October 19, 2015

      “The Soul would have no rainbow had the eye no tear.” (Source:John Vance Cheney) I love you, too!

  • Beckye on October 16, 2015

    Cassie has been staying with her boyfriend’s mother the past few months and she passed away Monday. This was such a good article I’m going to pass it on to Donna, Cassidy’s boyfriend’s mother because I think she will relate well to it. Thanks, Ann.

    • Ann Cooper McCauley on October 19, 2015

      I am so sorry! I am thankful this helps someone. We only have to listen to his voice for comfort in all things.

  • Deborah Bost on October 19, 2015

    all I can say is “sigh”

  • Dawn on December 10, 2015

    Beautiful and so very true…

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