Growing up, and being 3,000 miles away from her did not keep us from being close. My mother made sure we were connected to them. She was my little Mamaw. Growing up, my favorite thing about Mamaw Martin was talking to her. I would lay down and put my head on her lap and she would comb my hair while we talked. She was easy for me to talk to. As I got older, it felt like she understood me. And that meant a lot. She taught me so much. I will always remember her teaching me to crochet. Her patience and even her laughter at just how many different ways I could mess it up will always be my favorite memories. The afternoons of sitting with her and talking about life and asking about her child hood and how she fell in love with my papaw. And her wisdom from a simpler, and more slow paced life. Her love for the Lord and her life long dedication to Him. The memories of when she would make hot cocoa for my husband and me and we would sit around the table and just visit, or play a game of Wahoo!
She got the best Christmas gift this year, Heaven! This is the second grandmother I have lost in the last 8 months. I knew growing up with six grandparents, these days would come. But that does not make it easier. I wish I was able to be there with the family, and celebrate her life with them. Right now California feels SO far away from Arkansas. It hurts to be here and not there with them. I am so thankful for her faith in Jesus as her personal Savior! Because of that I know I will see her again! I am going to miss you mamaw. What an awesome woman you were. And I hope some day I can be a grandmother like you were. My mom wrote this poem and I want to share it.
WHAT A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS GIFT
What a special Christmas gift,
my Mother received this year.
She got to go to heaven
to see her Savior there.
She got to see her Daddy,
her Mother and sister too.
She is holding all the babies
that only Jesus knew.
She had so many blessings
thorough out her entire life,
But the greatest one of all,
was being our Dad’s wife.
She loved him more than life itself
and hated to be apart.
He was her only love,
her joy, her purpose, her heart.
She did not want to leave him
to make it on his own.
But knew that God was with him
and he would not be alone.
Mother we will miss you
as we continue on.
But look forward to our reunion,
at God’s Eternal Throne.
Sharon Coulter
Dec 23, 2011
2 comments:
Our prayers are with you all. I know you want to be here in Arkansas, but your thoughts and prayers are here. Merry Christmas.
We are so sorry for your loss, Rebekah, but rejoice in the knowledge that she's gone to be with God. Beautiful poem!
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