Discipleship has different meanings. When I think of being a discipleship person, I think about myself. I would say, “I have been a disciple to my mother.”
My mother has four children; I am the third child. I have never been married and I don’t have any children.
In 1995, my mother was eighty-six year old, and she couldn’t any longer care for herself.
I took my mother to the hospital, and she had to be admitted. She couldn’t keep anything on her stomach. My mother stayed in the hospital for two months. After she got better, the doctor spoke with me, and he thought it would be a good idea if my mother went into the nursing home next door to the hospital where she could continue to get the care she needed. A long with my mother’s permission, I signed her into the nursing home. The same day she went into the nursing home, my mother ate her dinner without any problem. The food stayed down on her stomach and she was so happy. I was happy too.
During this ordeal, my sisters and brother wasn’t around. God was always there with me.
In 1996, My mother was operated on her right knee because of arthritis. My mother’s doctor was affiliated with another hospital that was far from my home.
Everyday, I took three buses going and three buses coming home. My mother stayed in the hospital for ten days. I was glad when she came back to the nursing home.
In 1997, My mother had double pneumonia. She went back into the same hospital where she went for her knee operation. Again, everyday I took three buses going and three buses coming back home. My mother stayed in the hospital for twelve days.
I was glad when she came back to the nursing home.
In 1998, My mother had to go back into the hospital. This time she went right next door to the hospital. She had breast cancer, and she had to have an operation on her right breast. God brought her through with flying colors.
My mother is now ninety-four years old, and she is doing well.. I visit her about two or three times a week. If God spears her life, my mother will be ninety-five on March 16, 204.
My mother hasn’t been back in the hospital since 1998. Glory is to God, God is really blessing my mother and I.
My sisters and brother wasn’t with me during these times with my mother.
I thank God that I was able to be with my mother through her ordeals. I am still able to be with her. God is still given my mother and I the strength to be together.
When I saw this week’s new word, “Discipleship” The first thing came to my mind was to write about my mother’s ordeals. I said to myself, “I am” a disciple to my mother.
I am at the nursing home when she needs me. I make sure she has whatever she needs.
I talk with her doctor when her medication is being change. I make sure her closet stays need and her dresser draws are neat too. When anything needs fixing in her room, and I notice that something needs fixing right away, I ask the nurse to call maintenance.
When my mother wants to read the bible, I make sure it is in a place where it can be easily reach.
My mother told me when she was young she had to care for her sisters and brother. My grandmother had eleven children. My mother is the second oldest. She even had to help her father on the farm. When my grandmother got sick, my mother was always by her side. I have followed in my mother’s footprints. She was a disciple too.
So you see, I am my mother’s disciple.