Angels and Death and a Psalm

My mother Lorna died 11 weeks ago from a terrible car accident caused by my stepfather. I found it hard to stop howling and the pain in my stomach made me not want to eat. Today, I have been happy for seven days. As my sister says, life is like a river. I have passed through the rapids.

My mother loved church. Today's blog is dedicated to my feisty and intellectual mother.

I have been called a witch. Others have said that my police work is the work of the devil. Both accusations disturb me. How can volunteer work on a murder case be anything but good? Isn't the only witch a person who states that she IS a witch? For sure, I am not involved in devil work and I am not a witch, although I could be a prophet, since I am a visionary and I feel I have divine inspiration. Or I could be an angel, because I give messages to people. I think that angelic work in any form equals an angel.

Angels cause some people to think of heaven. To ease the ache of my mother's four days of pain and subsequent death, some friends told me she was in heaven while others said, "She's with you. She's all around you." Psalm 91:12 states: For he will give his angels charge of you to guard you in all your ways. This psalm gives me some comfort. Maybe my mother is that angel guarding me. If she were still here in the flesh, she might have believed that way of thinking. She is not here, yet I cannot let go of her entirely. I will draw comfort from any source I can find.

To all of you, I say, may your deaths be life. Let the change in the river's current transform your future. As my southern relatives would say, "God bless."