My mother keeps asking me why her friend Joanne had to die. Joanne seemed so healthy and full of life. She helped everyone that was in need. She offered to take my mom to church, and helped her with other errands because my mom cannot drive.
I told my mom what she told me when I was a little girl. We never know from one day to the next what may happen. Many events transpire and we do not always understand. In the end it all balances out. Even though we do not understand some of the events we must remember that God is in control. We take things as they come, and accept them and move on.
My mom asked several women in her Sunday School class if they knew of anyone that could give her a ride since Joanne's passing. Several women almost gritted their teeth. They said in a hateful voice that they said they knew of no one that could help. Then three of the ladies surrounded me and said they thought I needed to take my mom home with me. The funeral was about to start and I was shocked at how rude women were that had never met me. My mom had one hearing aid missing and could hear nothing they were saying. I thought if these ladies thought they were Christians, or if they should be standing in a church of God they were sadly mistaken. My mother had taught Sunday School in that church for fifty years and did not deserve that treatment.
Just as I felt emotions of rage and weeping a nice man came to talk to me. His name was Ray and he offered to take my mom to church every Sunday. My mom could not hear what he was saying, but he said he would always call ahead to verify if they needed to miss church.
So there is good and bad. There is a balance. And God does provide. RIP Joanne. She was a wonderful friend to not only my mom but many others.
