I was at my church's Sunday night gathering, 5:05 where we were talking about beginnings with Jesus. As I contemplated what my beginning with Jesus looked like I realized I have a continual beginning in my relationship with Him.
Through every point in my life I have a new beginning to who I am as a person, a new choice on who I can become and a new or renewed relationship with Jesus.
Some of you may know my mom has dementia, she is young and it's odd to know your mom is physically here with you but not always mentally with you. She has these moments of complete clarity as if she is the mom that made me my first ice cream cake, or the one that scolded me for reading her teenage diary when I was 9. I keep thinking of her journey and how everyday she could be or has the potential to be a person I do not know. I have a another new beginning with her.
Knowing that my mom has always been a women of faith and that her belief in God has never really wavered. I can't help but believe that when she is not mentally here, when her mind has taken her on some journey that I can't be there for, that Jesus has wrapped her up in his arms and taken her to heaven. In those moments when she can't speak the words she wants to say or she can't stop crying because some evil thought has taken over her mind and won't stop telling her she has done some horrible act, she is in heaven.
The person she used to be is in the place she has always dreamed of being. She has started a new journey a new beginning into a place that is unlike anything she has ever physically been here for.
While her beginning has started in this wonderful place, I am starting a new one too but in very different circumstances. The start of a new journey with a different mom but the same God.
