Faith to make me Whole

I struggle every single day with the knowledge that my mom is gone.

That I cannot hear her voice and I cannot hold her in my arms.

There is not one moment that I do not suffer heartache and remorse over her death and all my imperfections that I see in myself.

But, I saw this today.

I know who I am. I know where I came from.
I know where I want my life to go.

And through these burdens, I know that I will see my mother again someday.

For I know, that my redeemer lives.

And that, is more then enough.