My Sister, My Mother (2 Timothy 1:5)

“Ok, Mom. I love you. I’ll call you soon.”


The news hit me hard. My mother had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. Within a few weeks, the grim diagnosis was made worse with the finding that it was metastatic and inoperable. My mother had given me the latest update. I knew I must return as soon as possible to Hawaii to see her. My emotions were swirling and my thoughts were disjointed. There were so many things that we needed to discuss but I knew there was one important question that I needed to have definitively answered by her.


Arriving in Hawaii the next month, my mother was in high spirits. We spent a morning visiting the local farmer’s markets as the years melted away. When we returned home, I gently raised the question. “Mom, I know you have been going to church for many years now, but we have never had the conversation that I am about to have with you.” My mother’s countenance turned serious as she leaned closer to listen to me.


“Mom, do you believe that Jesus Christ is your Lord and Savior?”


My mother was unhesitating. “Yes.”


I continued. “You believe that Jesus died for your sins and was resurrected?”




I was relieved but ashamed that I had to be so direct in my questions to my own mother. “Thanks, Mom. Sorry, I had to ask you, but I had to be absolutely sure. I am concerned about your diagnosis but I most concerned about your eternal destiny.”


“I understand, son.”


At the moment, I was completely assured that no matter what happened over the course of her disease, she would be eternally cared for by the Great Physician, Jesus Christ. For the next year and a half, my mother bravely faced her cancer that slowly robbed her life. As her physical frame diminished, her faith in God grew. In the end, she was ready. When she first learned of her diagnosis, she confided in me that she was also stunned, but then quickly realized that she would now see her Lord sooner than she thought, and this brought her tremendous peace and comfort. I marveled at the courage and conviction of my mother. Her faith strengthened mine.


I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well.

2 Timothy 1:5 (ESV)


My daughter and son are blessed to inherit a spiritual legacy from their grandmother and mother. Like the Apostle Paul’s confidence in his spiritual adopted son and protege, Timothy, I am thankful that my children have these beautiful and faithful role models in their lives. My mother is no longer here, but my mother is also my sister in Jesus Christ. Someday, in Heaven, my children will be reunited with my mother, their grandmother.


Thank you, God, for beginning a great spiritual legacy of faith in Jesus Christ within my family. I pray that you will continue to place a hedge of spiritual protection around our family and all families that have decided to place their trust and faith in You.


Love and trust the Lord; seek His will in your life.


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