Growing up I didn’t understand my mother’s faith in God. She would pester me to go to church, read the Bible or go to campus crusade in college. I pretty much ignored her, yet every birthday or Christmas I would get something that talked about God, whether it was scripture on magnets, cross necklace, music, or books. I would just smile and say thank you, wishing for something different than something always about God. It wasn’t until my 3rd year in college did I truly understand what it meant to have a relationship with Christ and I understood all those gifts she had given me since I was a small child. Today I looked back at all the cards she wrote me or scripture she has shown and it still amazes me how God is in every little moment. She knew the importance of sharing her faith with her daughter and she wasn’t going to miss not even one opportunity to share it with me. Some of you know I got a tattoo in Thailand two weeks ago. (hold your opinions on tattoos my dad has given me enough trouble) haha It says, “trust in me” as trust in Him, God has been telling me to trust him throughout the whole world race process. The race has not been a walk in the park, so God has been telling me over and over to “trust him” He knows what he is doing with my life more than I do. I opened my mothers Bible today and on the first cover page she had written, “Trust Jesus”. I just smiled.
I am writing this blog from the comfort of my living room today. On November 11th my beloved mother entered the gates of Heaven. God took her home to rest in peace and she is now free from illness and the troubles of this world. She is now sitting at the right hand of God. She is now longer struggling, no longer in pain. She is probably laughing at me because my dad is gone out and I have let every last one of our five cats in the house at the same time. She would always be the one to run around and gather them up for me before Dad got home, so I wouldn’t get in trouble. J As you can imagine the cats are not allowed in the house, but Mom didn’t really enforce that rule. She was always letting rules slip which my brother and I always greatly appreciated.
Two hundred people showed up on Saturday to say goodbye to my Mother. Not only was she a Mother, she was a wife, a daughter, a friend, and a co-worker. She touched so many lives with her faith in God, she prayed for people no matter who they were. My mothers last email to me said “I am still wearing your world race bracelet. I am praying for you and I love you a lot”. Even through her pain and struggles she continued to pray for my family, her friends and me.
I will rejoin my team in Phuket Thailand next week to continue the race. God’s journey for my life does not stop. My mother knew that God has a plan for my life, that’s why she told me millions of time and never let me forget it.
Trust in Him
Monique Nicole
