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My Mother’s Promise

I SAT BESIDE MY MOTHER’S HOSPItal bed. She lay dying of cancer.

I didn’t know whether she could hear me, but I spoke anyway. “Mother, whatever hard words I said to you in the past, I want you to know I didn’t mean them. I have been so blessed to be loved by you, and I will be okay if you go home to Jesus.”

Mother’s eyes opened, and she reached out and squeezed my hand. With great effort, she said, “When I get to heaven, Roberta, I’m going to have me a little talk with God about your pain.”

She looked directly at me. “Believe, Honey. In his perfect time, it will all go away.” Her eyes closed, and moments later Mother slipped into a coma. She never woke.

Oh, how I wished I could believe her last words! She had said similar things so many times before.

I had been in was the cause of my pain and disfigurement?

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