It's been 10 years since my mama died and I miss her.
I miss my mama.
I miss her friendship.
I miss our conversations.
I miss her wise advice.
I miss her godly guidance.
I miss her stories.
I miss her adventures.
I miss her fun plans.
I miss hanging out together.
I miss laughing together.
I miss staying up late at night talking.
I miss making things together.
I miss how she lived her life.
I miss how she followed Jesus Christ.
I miss how she believed in me.
I miss how she encouraged me.
I miss how she loved me.
I miss my mama.
She was my biggest cheerleader.
No matter what happened or what I did, she loved me, believed me, encouraged me.
She was a wonderful mom, a special person, the best friend I've ever had. I miss her.
I still want to know what she thinks about things.
I still want to ask her advice on my wardrobe, my front room furniture arrangement, my job, parenting.
I still want to pray together, discuss our growth in our Christian walks as we learn to be more like Jesus.
I have worked through my grief and the plan of God in my life over the past decade, but I still miss her.
I thank God for all the wonderful memories I have. But I still miss her.
It just makes Heaven that much sweeter to have her there. But until then, I'll miss her.
March 3, 2001—March 3, 2011
Ten years without a mother.
Pepper Love
