My momma was sick and in the hospital. We were on tour. I believe it was our largest group of young people that year. I was struggling with leaving Jeff with all the kids and going back home to Momma. I would call and talk to her. Tell her where we were and check on her. Never once did she ask me to come home. Not once. I kept telling Amber your gonna have to tell me if I need to come home. I couldn't tell by my conversations with Momma how bad she was.
We were in Broadus, MT when I got the call. With the help of Kyle & Cindy Butts I was able to get an emergency flight home. I missed her by one hour...one stinkin hour!!! I grieved over that for months. Then one day when I was praying I realized why she never asked me to come home....it was because she believed in what I was doing. She knew we were sharing Jesus with people.
I miss her so much and i wish I had been there with her. The good things is I know she is with Jesus. I know one day I'll see her again. She is where I want to be someday.
I guess what I'm trying to say is....don't forget to tell em how you feel about em. Don't assume they know. It takes very little effort to tell someone how much you care about them.
I don't want to miss a thang!!
I sure do love y'all!!
BlessingS
Carol/MJ
Psm 138:8