I wrote last week about a time to live and a time to die. For Mother Stanko, yesterday was her time to die. At 3:40 PM, my mother went to be with the Lord and the most important part is that I was there to help her make her transition. I watched her take her last breath, told her I loved her as she did and then it was over. The nurse who came to confirm her death said that she had a look of peace and that many of her "patients" look twisted and tormented when they pass. Not Mother Stanko.
NO REGRETS
In a blog post a few weeks ago, I said that I had no regrets where my mother was concerned. Since my dad passed away 12 years ago, I called her almost every day I was in the country, visited her every Sunday, took her to see her family and on special trips and always included her in family celebrations. My sister and I had a special 90th birthday party for her two years ago when family and friends got together to honor her life. When I returned from a trip overseas, I would first call my wife and then my mother and would say, "God bless America!" She would always say, "Amen!" and then assure me that she had been praying for me while I was gone.
My mother was the most organized person I ever knew. She would not only do spring cleaning in her house every year, she would start on the same day every year. She never, ever forgot a birthday or special occasion and was always so early for appointments that I would always bring plenty of work with me while we waited for her appointment time to arrive.
My mother loved to eat out every now and then, but only in a restaurant that met her standards for cleanliness. If the glass in the front door of the restaurant had fingerprints, they were disqualified from future consideration. My mother expected public places to be as immaculate as her house was and would not accept any excuse for sloppiness or lack of attention to detail.
GOD ORDERS OUR STEPS
God had to order a lot of steps for me to be present yesterday for her passing. And that is perhaps the most important element in time management, something we have discussed the last few weeks. I always count on God's help to see what I can't see and to order what I can't understand. I try to exercise faith when I manage my time and I feel like yesterday I received a huge gift from the Lord by being present for my mother's passing. I could not have organized that; only He could and He did. If I shed any tears, they are tears of joy that I was in the right place at the right time to do the right thing. When talking about time or event management, it doesn't get any better than that.
God helped me be there and I am learning to trust Him for time -- that if I can't do something, it's because He didn't want me to do this or that thing. I could have been in Africa this week, but all the doors closed for me to be there and I rested in that. My mother could have died on someone else's "shift." Instead, God worked it all out so she would go to be with Him on mine. Thank You, Lord.
So farewell, Mother Stanko. So much of what I write and speak about, you taught me. You through me have blessed many people around the world. I have often quoted your words of wisdom and will continue to reference your life as a guiding light for my decisions and work. Until we meet again, I wish you joy in God's presence and I promise to carry on the family traditions and values that were so important to you, including always being on time. Amen!
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