The first few days following my mother's death were difficult ones, to say the least. My sisters and I were very busy as we prepared for the funeral but during the quiet moments, her loss left such an empty feeling inside that I couldn't imagine how it could ever be filled.
Returning home several days later, I was surprised to discover that my son, Michael, had been there while I'd been gone. He, too, had been busy! My bathrooms were spotless from mopboards to light fixtures and everything in between. He'd moved on to my bedroom where there wasn't a speck of dust left anywhere, including the overhead fan. The bed sheets had been changed and the bed made. Outside several flower beds had been weeded. This "day of service" had all been quietly done without any fanfare. His loving kindness was overwhelming and for the first time in days, my tears flowed for joy rather than sorrow. And surprisingly, I didn't feel quite so empty!
I am reminded of the scripture in Matthew:
"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
Thank you, Michael. I love you very much and are so grateful you are part of my life. I am truly blessed.
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Good Son!
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