Living the Dash

This past week was a hard one. I laid my sweet Momma to rest after she passed away from this earthly home into her Heavenly home. It’s something we know we all will be faced with at some point, yet, I don’t know how we can ever be fully prepared. I find myself teary eyed at random times during the day, at peace during other parts of the day, and at night, laying in bed remembering things I had once forgotten about. Her life was an inspiration to me and to so many others, and I’ve already seen how her life is witnessing to people even while her physical body is in the grave.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” – Matthew 5:4

This experience has deeply impressed upon me the true meaning of Southern comfort and hospitality. In the midst of our grief, the outpouring of love, comfort, and support has been overwhelming. Friends, family, coworkers, and neighbors have surrounded us with their warmth and generosity. They’ve shown up with casseroles and kind words, sat with us in quiet companionship, and shared cherished memories of Mom.

These acts of genuine care, so characteristic of Southern tradition, have reminded me so much of Mom. I remember the story of Jesus, Mary, and Martha. So many times people take the passage found in Luke 10 and interpret it as a lesson to prioritize devotion and spiritual learning over worldly tasks. Mom and I discussed this story often and how we always felt a little bad for Martha. Yes, Mary did represent devotion and attentiveness to Jesus’ teachings and how they are vital for spiritual growth, however, Martha’s service and hospitality demonstrate the importance of caring for the practical needs of others.

In this time of loss, I’m deeply grateful for all the Marthas in our lives. Their kindness, hospitality, and unwavering support have been a source of comfort for us. While I find solace in my faith and the knowledge that God is near (Psalm 34:18 – The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.) I’m also incredibly thankful for the acts of love shown by those around me.

This experience has truly emphasized the importance of being a Martha for others. It’s a reminder to extend kindness, generosity, and hospitality to those in need, especially during times of grief. A simple act of love, like a warm meal or a listening ear (or even a roll of paper towels and paper plates) can make a world of difference.

Though I miss Mom dearly and my heart aches with her absence, I know she is in her eternal home, and that brings me comfort. You may see me one day crying in my car, getting emotional over the rolls at the local grocery store that Mom loved, or sitting and laughing while thinking about some of the moments we shared together, but I know that I can face the days ahead thanks to God, Mom, and all the Marthas.