Back in the late summer of 2014 when I was deep into my writing and reading a book titled, Empty Mansions- a book on the life of Huguette Clark (an enormously wealthy socialite heiress who lived to the ripe old age of 104), I came across the second stanza of an old Scottish poem/hymn by Henry F. Lyte in the book:
Swift to its close, ebb’s out life’s little day.
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
Oh, thou who changest not,
abide in me!
It impressed me so much that I wrote it in my daybook on a page which had three beautiful red roses. I made a note that I found it on page 112 of the book. Only a few days later I took it into my mind to go through a part of my mother’s old towel and supply cabinet to see if I needed to declutter it and keep whatever I thought I would need to keep. Along with pertinent business papers and memorabilia she had kept, I found an orange card on which she had written by hand the second stanza of this hymn above! I was absolutely amazed and realized that I was meant to find it right at that time.
This is not the only time that I have been alerted in a spiritual way and I find I have had more of these experiences since my Mom’s passing in 2012. It has come to the point that I no longer feel that Mom is gone but very much present, herself, and has guided me like this many times. Those are the moments that I feel the love of God and my mother the strongest and feel secure in knowing that every word in the Bible is true. It is comforting to me to know that I can, in fact, still talk to her the same way I talk to God- verbally and internally.
Mother’s Day is very special to me for this reason. It has kept me strong and vigilant as a believer. The memory of my mother will always be sweet and I expect someday to see her abode which looks like a tiny home on the outside but the Taj Mahal on the inside! Bless you, dear mother, on this happiest of days!
The Castle Lady
Only one who has loved knows the power of love. – Hu Shi
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