I remember several years ago, I was visiting my Mom and Dad one day. One of my brothers walked by and Mom asked, “Is that Raymon?” (My dad and her husband.)
“No, Mom. That’s my brother.”
“Oh!” Mom said, seeming sincerely delighted, “We have a brother here?”
I chuckled at the time, sad that she didn’t recognize her own son, yet smiling at her enthusiasm about having a brother with us. She grew up with eight brothers herself, and then blessed me with three.
I was thinking about this today. It comforts me, as I miss Mama more and more, to remind myself that she is peaceful and happy with Jesus. She is with our Brother. The best Brother ever. Our Brother and High Priest who laid down His life to take the punishment for our sins, so that all who believe in Him can live with Him forever.
And our Abba Father is watching over her. He is taking care of her. Mama is surrounded by joy and peace and love in paradise.
It helps to remember these things, when the tears take over and keep leaking out. And when my heart aches and I miss my sweet mama. Mama is in the very presence of Jesus. And He loves her and cherishes her!
And He is with me, too. “…and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20) He promised.
We both have our Brother. And we can both take delight in His comforting presence!
“We also know that the Son did not come to help the angels; he came to help the descendants of Abraham. Therefore it was necessary for him to be made in every respect like us, his brothers and sisters, so that he could be our merciful and faithful High Priest. Then he could offer a sacrifice that would take away the sins of the people. Since he himself has gone through suffering and testing, he is able to help us when we are being tested.” Hebrews 2: 16 – 18 (NLT)
Mama has our Brother with her. And He is with us, too. Always.
We have a Brother here!