{"id":4766,"date":"2021-06-29T14:16:20","date_gmt":"2021-06-29T19:16:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/?p=4766"},"modified":"2023-01-19T12:45:05","modified_gmt":"2023-01-19T17:45:05","slug":"the-letter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/2021\/06\/29\/the-letter\/","title":{"rendered":"The Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This story was on my Facebook Memory page today. It still blesses me even now when I need it more than ever. Thank you, God, and thank you Mom! I love you. July 16, 2015, the anniversary of mom going home to Heaven.<\/div>\n
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Good morning precious friends, brothers and sisters,<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been struggling with some things lately and I\u2019d like to share this with you if you don\u2019t mind.<\/p>\n

A few weeks ago, I watched a movie and in this movie the mother had died but she had written letters and left them in various places she knew each child would find. I thought how wonderful that would be and I wished that my mom had left a letter for us and I would like to do that for my children. Then I thought, oh well what better message could mom have left us than the way she lived her life. Still, it would have been nice. So, I picked up her Bible and read it, but no letters were there. I wondered if maybe she had written something in some of her other journals, but I\u2019ve gone through all of them and didn\u2019t find anything for us personally.<\/p>\n

I have not felt very good lately, physically and emotionally. Missing my mom and my family it\u2019s really difficult at times especially when you are growing older, and time seems to fly by so quickly and yet at times as if it is standing still. But you know what? God hears us even when we whisper the simplest request\u2026<\/p>\n

Over the last four days I began having heart palpitations and so very tired, so on the third day I went to see the doctor. He said it wasn\u2019t life threatening and he would order a heart monitor and we\u2019d go from there. I have been sleeping a lot because I just don\u2019t have any energy. This morning I woke and felt stronger, I know prayers have been going up for me. God is faithful.<\/p>\n

So, I ate some breakfast, let me back up a minute. About a month ago the Holy Spirit spoke to my spirit and instructed me to read from the Bible the Epistles; I read some and then got distracted. This morning He reminded me to go back and keep reading the Epistles. I decided to read from a Bible called Women of Faith Study Bible, I had not read from it in years. I read my Spirit Filled Bible, but it was by my bed.<\/p>\n

I read the book of 2 Peter and onto 1John when some papers fell out of the back of the Bible. It was an email from November 2007, which my sister Barbara had sent to me when I was working. I guess I had tucked it in my Bible. It was about being an old person. I noticed there was something handwritten on the back and so I opened and read\u2026<\/p>\n

Dear Marla,<\/em><\/p>\n

By mistake Clyde brought your Bible up here to the hospital thinking it was mine. Today is Feb. 26, 2010, the anniversary of Mama\u2019s passing, this note reminded me of her and the way she thought. It brought a little tug at my heart, but peace too. Because I know someday, I will be gone too. But not forgotten. The last phrase got to me, like not wasting time about the past. Like Sister Nora always says, \u201cflush it\u201d Please forgive me for writing on your letter, but I need to tell you that you and Barbara mean the world to me,\u00a0and I\u2019ve always been proud of you. May God bless you with Wisdom and Understanding and Much Peace. Know too that there are not perfect people \u201conly forgiven.\u201d With God\u2019s mercy and help we will make it.<\/em><\/p>\n

In your Bible I read this written by:<\/em><\/p>\n

Alice Cary-1820-1871<\/em><\/p>\n

There are briers besetting every path,<\/em><\/p>\n

Which call for patient care;<\/em><\/p>\n

There is a cross in every lot,<\/em><\/p>\n

And in need of earnest prayer,<\/em><\/p>\n

But a humble heart that leans on the Lord<\/em><\/p>\n

Is happy anywhere!<\/em><\/p>\n

Love you darling girl be happy!<\/em><\/p>\n

It was a message especially for me from my mom. It was no mistake. I burst out crying because God had heard my heart\u2019s desire and just when I needed my mom the most there, she was telling me to be happy.<\/p>\n

You cannot tell me there is no God. You cannot tell me he doesn\u2019t answer prayer\u2026too many times\u2026he\u2019s spoken to me and shown me his grace and love and help. Even to give me a simple letter from my mother who has since gone to heaven July will be two years. It was no mistake that I picked up that Bible. God knew the letter was there and he had wanted me to find it and today as I obeyed his prompting his precious gift was there waiting for me.<\/p>\n

Tears are flowing, tears of joy because mom had left me a special letter after all these years it was there waiting for me to find it on this day when I needed her encouragement and love. No, she will never be forgotten\u2026I love you mom! And God, I love you beyond life!!! Thank you! Amen.<\/p>\n

~Marla Shaw O’Neill June 29, 2021<\/p>\n

Habakkuk 2:1-3 New King James Version<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The Just Shall Live by Faith<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

2\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>I will\u00a0stand my watch And set myself on the rampart, And watch to see what He will say to me, And what I will answer when I am corrected.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Just Live by Faith<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

2\u00a0<\/sup><\/em><\/strong>Then the\u00a0Lord\u00a0answered me and said:<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWrite the vision And make\u00a0it\u00a0plain on tablets, That he may run who reads it. 3\u00a0<\/sup><\/strong>For\u00a0the vision\u00a0is\u00a0yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will\u00a0not lie. Though it tarries,\u00a0wait for it; Because it will\u00a0surely come, It will not tarry.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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