Today marks the 12 year anniversary of my mothers death. It is a somber time for me as I have experienced some things related to her life and how it effected my own. Before her burial, she came in spirit and sat next to me as my youngest son rested on my lap. When my oldest son, Jonathan, awakened from a nap seated across from me, he saw her and could not catch his breath. She is resting now and I will see her with Christ. I had witnessed something at age 11 while she and I were stranded in St. Louis due to a major Blizzard that caused me to vow in my heart to God and with his help to always look out for my mother. God sent an angel to look out for us and I will never forget the person; and it is the second of such experience I have witnessed in my lifetime at such a young age whereas the first experience was two finding me lost, calling me by name, bringing me to my mother on a first day of school, and against my request that they stay, they (two men) disappeared... vanished and the car they drove vanished, too, when she opened the door. Though circumstances made my vow a great challenge due to more responsibilities in my lifetime, I endeavored to do so while she lived. My paying her the same amount as the cost of daycare to be with my children and absorbing her living costs as I worked was the one way that I did that having limited resources. Sure, she could have worked other jobs as she used to do making much more than I could pay her; but she stayed with us and I do appreciate that she did. My children (and some who had also stayed in my home in visiting my mother or being cared for and reared by her in my home) have many memories I had known as a child whenever my mother whenever she was around (--- my mother was often away on a revival with my father and later traveled to minister solo after they were divorced; and as a single parent, she often worked in home for others taking care of her employer and/or their children-- thus, I did not get to see her much). Nonetheless, my very special memories of her include seeing her awaken and afterward lifting her hands to God to praise Him every day, her prayer times in her prayer closet (she would go to a spot often before others are awake, cover her head, kneel, and commence intercession for others with much praise), and other things that marked her faith and that were most precious to me of memories regarding her. Her spiritual life outside of ministry testified of her own genuine faith in God. I enjoyed my time with her in her latter years knowing that she would soon fall asleep in Christ. I do cherish those memories and I will see her again with Jesus when He Returns. Below is what I had shared at an earlier time on her birthday in 2013: Little did I know that her words to me, I appreciate you, days before her death over the phone after I had played gospel music for her to comfort her in her pain would be more meaningful than she had intended; and they were very meaningful to my soul as I knew that she was dying. I had seen her death by vision after a house fire we had experienced in 1992. I saw her peace and her joining with Papa, who had not died yet, but did so prior to her even according to how God had shown me by open vision. After the actual death of Papa, I had made it a point to make our dinners and anything we would do together with my children to be memorable for her and for them. She nor I knew that I had Multiple Sclerosis, yet, I had cognitive difficulties that I had experienced then and now; and did not reveal that to others as I was a single parent. I focused on the care of my children and was determined that I could do nothing else, I would care for and educate them; and that is what I did. Mom and Papa Weatherall are both at peace and I will see them both again at the appointed time. They have endured much here, and will rejoice with Christ at His Coming. Waiting for the Trumpet Sound: Prophetess Evangelist Hazel Lee Johnson Weatherall (October 23, 1922-March 12, 2002).
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 02:45:08 +0000
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