Sweet Sorrow


The human psyche is a wonder. Just when a perfectly grown-up lady who is a seasoned traveler thinks she has it all together, she encounters a snapshot of life that is all too familiar, and she weeps. Although grateful for the tender sweetness of the memory, it is just so close. She could reach out and touch a vivid shadow of her past, but she knows it’s not hers to touch, it would be an illusion that faded into oblivion.

It’s not that I haven’t seen middle-aged daughters with their elderly mothers since Mom passed. There have been many that brought a melancholy smile to my face. But, seated next to me on my short ride to Detroit was a diminutive 80-something lady with a recognizable, tired smile. With her was her very doting daughter tending to her every need as a mother would a child. The daughter was cheerful-a cheerful I recognized too-a brave, settled kind of cheerful in the face of inevitable eventualities, just never knowing when.

We exchanged a few air flight pleasantries and then settled into our private worlds. I felt a gentle bump and thought I heard something, so I opened my eyes. Looking into my eyes was this little grandma, smiling and offering me one of her crackers. It was such a precious child-like gesture, and it was just the kind of thing Mama would have done.

I politely smiled, thanked her and had to say “No,” but I wanted to squeeze her. I know it sounds silly but besides it being such a sweet offering, she became my mother reincarnate for a fleeting second. Demurely, I turned my head and silently wept into my napkin.

That one moment brought back the memory of my mother’s final days on earth and my seat of gate-tending beside her.

Sorrow is a strange beast. Just when you think you have it tamed, it rears its ugly head to rip your heart open again.

The Only sweetness I have found in sorrow is the presence of dear Holy Spirit. He is the reality of Heaven living in our hearts and our promise of sweet reunion with loved ones who know Jesus. He is the healing balm rubbed into these broken human hearts and psyches; and He is the Divine Lullaby who puts our hearts to rest.

Thank You, Father, for sweet reminders of your amazing gift–my Mama; and thank You for walking me through the lingering pain, healing me along the way.

About donnaschambach

President of Schambach Ministries; Evangelist and Director of GOSPEL School of Ministry International.
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9 Responses to Sweet Sorrow

  1. Naomi says:

    What a beautiful story. You are so blessed to have had such wonderful parents, and they were blessed to have you.

  2. Therese Titsworth says:

    Sister Donna that is such a touching story. I am blessed to have my mom and daddy still on this earth. However , I lost my mawmaw a few months ago. She was like my second mom and it hurt so bad to lose her. One of these glorious days we will be reunited with the ones we love that went on before us. I am saddened by your story . Tim and I send you a big hug and a prayer!

  3. James F. Gillelan II says:

    Thank you for sharing. It brought me to tears. My hard heart is in the process of being turned into flesh, but it hurts so much. I truly thank you for being an open vessel the Holy Spirit has used. Not just to me but the thousands of others you have divinely touched….. Be blessed my sister, I lift and cover you in prayer this day…

    • Hello James, I have been away ministering and am just now getting to my replies. Thank you for your thoughtful words. I am very blessed knowing your heart was encouraged in some small way by my written expression. I, too, will be praying for you.

  4. Karen Bellini says:

    Lovely expression of a blessed life sister Donna. I can feel your sorrow and love for your mom. It happens to me sometimes. We are blessed because we can look forward to Eternity with our loved ones and Jesus.

    I hope you see this. I haven’t been here in awhile….

    God bless you…you’re in my prayers…

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