Breadcrumbs to Your Doorstep

My son awoke about the same time I did this morning.  He was eager to jump out of bed to see how much snow had fallen through the night. It was just a dusting but he hoped it would be enough for a couple of sled rides down the steep hill in our backyard.

It’s the 23rd day of the month so I opened my Bible to Psalm 23 and read the familiar words as my son snuggled up next to me. I can’t read these words without thinking about my mom. They were some of the last words my mom ever said to me, right after her joy-filled eyed locked with my fear-filled eyes and she told me this…”You don’t have to worry about me. I’m going to be fine.”

I’ve written about this moment quite a bit on this blog.  It’s a defining moment in my faith journey and one my heart and mind have revisited countless times over the last 24 years.  It’s a gift I carry with me. I continue to learn lessons and find encouragement from this moment no matter how many times I unwrap it.

As I unwrapped it again this morning with Sean by my side, a prayer stirred up inside.

Lord, I hope the last words I say on this earth leave behind beauty like the ones my mom left for me. I hope the last words I say to my son become a gift he can unwrap too. I pray they encourage him. I pray they are breadcrumbs that lead him to Your doorstep. 

The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
 He lets me lie down in green pastures;
He renews my life;
He leads me along the right paths
for His name’s sake.
Even when I go through the darkest valley,
I fear no danger,
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me.
 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Only goodness and faithful love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
as long as I live.- Psalm 23

PS… Just enough snow to sled on!


4 thoughts on “Breadcrumbs to Your Doorstep

  1. Beck Gambill

    I hope I do the same. During the last days of her life my mom told us, “If it pleases God, it pleases me.” Her death was a signpost on my way home. I don’t think we talk about or think about death enough. Of course it’s not polite party chat. But it’s an important aspect of living that our society seems uncomfortable with. I appreciate your reflections.

    1. Eileen Post author

      What a beautiful signpost, Beck. I would have to agree with you. We don’t talk about it enough. And it always seemed strange to me because death is the one thing we all have in common.


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