CROSSINGS AND COURAGE - my tribute to my mother at her funeral (My mother is...Part 4)

                          
                                      CROSSINGS AND COURAGE


When we kids were small and we lived in the jungle, Mom was afraid of crossing the rivers over "bridges" often made of one or two fallen, sometimes slippery, tree trunks...but she did it anyway, many times, because it was a part of the life to which her Savior had called her...and she loved Him.

When we grew up, she was apprehensive as each one of us left the nest, crossing the threshold into a life of our own; but, having prepared us as best she knew how, she let us go...because she loved us.

When our father crossed from this life to Eternity, she feared being alone, but she released him into God's arms....because she loved him.

We all go through life with fears of our own. It's not always easy.  Mom depended on the strength she drew from God, and from our dad.

                                   Yes, she had her fears...but
                                    she walked on, in spite of them...
                                    she gave herself, in spite of them...
                                    she trusted, in spite of them...
                                         because she loved.

                                   And is this not true courage?
                                  For this courage, I honor her!