Heaven Can Wait

Every night, my very good friend Holly prays for me.  She prays that God allows Mom to wrap her arms around me and my family.  She prayers that we are able to feel those arms, and that they bring us comfort, love and peace.

How blessed are we, that months later, people are still thinking of us and praying for us so much.

We feel those prayers.  They are what have gotten us through this.

But more importantly, I feel those arms around me, and I feel the comfort that only a mother can give.

I am selfish.

At a time when my adoring Mom should be enjoying her heavenly rewards... I'm still playing the "Poor Sara" card and making her stay here to take care of me. 

Because that's what she's done my whole life. 

I do feel badly though, about making her feel like she is tied here, still needing to take care of us as she's always done. 

But like Holly said, "Heaven is for an eternity.  It can wait for her."

I tend to agree. 

I think time on earth probably moves more like extreme "Dog Years".  Like a few years here, will only seem like a minute or two in Heaven.

I really DO want Mom to be able to settle in to Heaven and have Pina Coladas with her sisters.  The last thing I want to do is make my Mom feel guilty for leaving us, when I know if they choice had been hers she would have stayed.

I am selfish.  Mom loved to feel needed though.  And I'm not done needing her.  So really... aren't I just being a good daughter?