Talks about death, especially those involving a loved one, bring so much sadness to a lot of people, including myself, and for a long time I kept questioning God why he had to take my mom when I needed her the most. Recently, I was opened to some new revelations that helped me handle the demise of my mom.
My mother never died, and how well she lives on in me is a powerful revelation. You wouldn't want to believe it, but I have grown up to become just like her, both in expression and in character. All of the things I will have my mother do for me, I have grown mature enough to do for myself. Sometimes it's not about physical strength but about our inner abilities to break down our limitations and do great things.
Sometimes I am shocked by my lifestyle; it's a complete reflection of who she was when she was alive. People have advised me on different occasions to live my own life and create my own path, as most of them see me fulfilling my mother's life goals. I had tried once to write my own goals, but they oftentimes resonated with her visions and goals in life too.
My late mother was a hard-working woman and very industrious. She was my first financial adviser when we ran a food restaurant together. She taught me how to make a budget and save money, and even as a teenager, I kept her money safe from my dad and anyone who would want to rob her penny.
My mother was a farmer, and so am I now. For once in my entire life, I never thought that I would be able to manage the hard labor of farming with my health status, but most times it feels like I am empowered with extra strength to do the things that most people with similar health issues cannot even dare to do.
People call me "superwoman," "small but mighty," and ann because of the extraordinary strength I display.
My mother was the first seamstress in the house, and so am I now. She bought the first sewing machine in the house about 20 years ago. I rebuked her, saying that I could never do such menial tailoring jobs, but guess what? Nothing gives me more joy than sewing now. I'm sure that Mummy is laughing at me from heaven for refusing to take up this part at first.
No matter how much I try to create my own path in life, they somehow find a way to resonate with my mother's life; hence, I believe that my mom is always close to me, empowering and urging me on.
My mother was a philanthropist in her own little way. Living for others is the best form of life you can ever live. You will truly make a mark in the sands of time, leaving a footprint that can never be erased when you have blessed and impacted others. My mom lives to feed the hungry and sew to people in need, and till date she has never been forgotten in our community. This one lesson I have learned from her has made me love her and her life more.
I recall vividly the memory of her demise and how I had often closed my doors daily, mourning and crying that I didn't have the strength to live life without her. My mom was so worried about me from heaven and had to appear to someone in a vision; she sent that prophetic woman my way with a message I can never forget.
Believe me, I would never have trusted such claims about the dead if not for the fact that my mom was the first to visit me from the land of the dead. She has encouraged my weak heart and promised to be with me throughout my walk in life. My neighbor still believes that it is actually possible to receive messages from our dead relatives. My mom proved that, and ever since then, I have had other visions of the dead and believe in their real existence. My mom may not be here physically, but it is proven that her life lives on, and it's only a matter of time before we will all be reunited.
I am consoled by this natural order of life that God has created, and instead of being sad that I lost a loving mother, my hope is kept alive and continually ignited. The dead are never truly dead; they are alive, but in another world, and I hope that I shall see my mom again.
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