As we think about mothers this time of year, to some of us, it is a great, blessed day because we really love our mother. My mother went to heaven to be with the Lord. I think about her often. I will never forget when she was in the hospital with heart failure, she kept saying I want to go home, I want to go home.
Roberta, my wife, said, “Mom, when you get well we will take you home.” She raised up her hand and said “Praise Jesus.” Really, she knew where her home was.