Valentine's Day is my mother's birthday. She would have been only 78 years old had she lived. Instead, she died at 39 years old from complications of her lupus like the poet, Flannery O'Connor. I haven't thought of my mother in years but meeting my friend, Lauren put her in my mind.
My mother was ill. She had what some would call a short life. But, she burned bright. I wonder about her story sometimes. I remember her as someone who people loved and remembered. She was beautiful. She was like a celebrity. I would visit her in the hospital, a place devoid of hope and wherever she was, it was warm. She didn't preach Jesus with her words. She preached Jesus with her glow.
Lauren reminds me a little of my mom. Her love for Jesus shines so bright. When you talk to her she has an enthusiasm and joy that is unsurpassed. She is so relatable. I hadn't seen her in a while. Her glow was a little off. I'll leave it at that. Lauren's story isn't mine to tell, I reminded her that all of us who serve Christ are but like wicks, candle wicks. We are here today and gone tomorrow. We who burn to be a light in dark places, have an important job. The story is not about the wick, it is about the Light. We live just once and then on to Home. She told me to write about it. I'm writing, Lauren. You shine and I will write. Just keep glowing.
I thank God for sisters like Lauren and my mother. Pray for more sisters to shine. In the meantime, praise the Lord for those that do.
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