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Topic: Poor (10/25/04)
TITLE: A Truly Poor Woman
By Jean Boulmay
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The woman would not feel assurance, and peace, that her son was really “ok.” She would not know, with certainty, that he is with the Lord. She would not know that we live in a world where bad things can, and do happen to good people. A poor woman would not know there is someone to call on at all times. She would not be able to see the blessings mixed with the loss. The woman would not know that she would see her son again.
She would not count it a blessing, given to her, just to know her son started his last day on earth full of joy. She would feel only the pain and loss of a son on his way to be married. She would not feel the presence of the Lord, with every step she took.
A poor woman would not see her son being killed instantly, as a blessing. She would not stop to thank God, her son did not die a slow, painful death, or in fear. The woman would not see a blessing in her son never knowing, that the girl he was going to marry, was also killed.
When she came to say her goodbyes, she would not understand that it was a God given blessing to see her child looking peaceful. She would not realize how grateful she should be, for her last memories of her son, to look as though he were sleeping. The woman would not recognize that it was a blessing, to be spared the pain of seeing her loved one bruised and battered.
A poor woman would forget to thank God for having the privilege of celebrating Thanksgiving with her son, and future daughter-in-law, three weeks before their deaths. She would not see that God allowed time for the words spoken by her son, during that last visit on earth. The words said as he put his arm around her, the words she needed to hear…….“you’re a good mom.”
A poor woman would forget to thank God for giving her a baby son, twenty-two years earlier. A poor woman would forget to give him back to God.
I am not a poor woman.