Everyone of us knows how private and timid our mother could be.(except around us)
It was amazing how many times she went up to the alter to step in for one or all of us when we needed it, or she felt we needed prayer.  Her love and concern for us made her overcome that shyness she had around large groups of people.  When Frances had an alter call, Mom never hesitated to go up there for herself or one of.us.  She hardly ever shared who she  asked prayer for with me but grabbed me at times to go up there with her.  I sat next to her in church and watched her pray to herself and sometimes she even prayed herself to sleep and I would have to lightly jab her arm to wake her up.  Don't ever wonder about her whereabouts, she was strong in her faith, no matter what.  I love and miss you, Mom.

I read the moving story that Andrea posted last night.  I sincerely believe that God allows us to receive the unusual and untimely messages that are specific just to us.  When we receive them, they are timed and not unusual; for they are what we needed just then.  These messages occur to remind us that there is another realm in our lives awaiting us, so we can be together again someday with the loved ones that have already went there.  The little supernatural "messages" give us hope and are uplifting.  I, too, miss Mom so very much and find comfort knowing that I am a part of her and knowing that I carry within me so many wonderful memories. 

It's been 5 months since you left us to be with the angels.  Today was a difficult day for me.  I miss you so very, very much.  As I was driving home from an appointment, I reminisced about how close we became in the past 5 years; about the same time I bought my home.  Although I was very tired this evening, I decided to change my clothes and do some weeding on my patio.  As I pulled out the crab grass, I began to cry.  The sadness I felt was so overwhelming.  I kept asking myself "how long will I grieve your loss?"  Surely, you wouldn't want me to feel such sorrow.  I asked God to please take away the sadness, for this is what you would want Him to do.  Just as I was finishing, I stood up to see how much better the patio looked.  With my vision blurred from tears, I wasn't sure what I was glancing at in the corner of the fence.  At first I thought my neighbors had planted a flower.  They were very dark in color so I walked closer to get a better look.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing!  There were 5 Iris' fully bloomed.  I didn't plant them and for the past 5 years, there has never been flowers there.  I began to wonder if Paula planted them.  She told me she was going to give me the Irises that she bought for you (dark purple) but I didn't recall her planting them without my knowledge.  I began to have a warm and fuzzy moment.  Did you send me the flowers?  Are you watching over me?  As I walked back to go in the house, I realized that you are my "sweet angel."  Your last coherent words to me were "come here my sweet angel."  I felt your presence and love.  Tonight, I know I will get a good-night's sleep.