Sadly my mother in law passed yesterday. She was a small woman, hardly what you might call intimidating, but she was fierce. Now I certainly loved her, though I do not think of her as perfect. I attribute much of the issues I have with my wife to the way her mother raised her, but I cannot fully place the blame on my MIL considering that, well, its just the way Western christianity has raised its women.
Despite all that, she will be missed. She loved her children. She loved her grandchildren. She loved silly movies and the fish and chip combo from the Andrea’s in Ventura. She stood by me when my wife and I went through some terrible things and she worked hard to care for her girls when she left Oklahoma and came back to California, half her family missing. Most of all, though, she loved the Lord, and she and her daughters loved to sing the old praises and hymns, which they had done pretty consistently since I met my wife and up until recently, when she could no longer play her guitar.
She will be missed, yes. But comfort comes in the knowledge that she is no longer suffering from the myriad of medical issues she had been fighting for decades, that she now has a new, perfected body and stands in the presence of our Lord, and, most of all, that we will see her again.
1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. 2 In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.