Faith is a Doing Word

Well I have just returned home from a week long trip to Brisbane to bury my dear mother. It was so wonderful to be surrounded by family that I wish I lived closer to, yet so sad to be there doing what we were doing. I successfully remained pretty composed the whole week. Is that bad, that I didn't burst into tears? The hardest part was during the funeral service when Eryn read out a poem which she wrote for my Mum. It read:
Grandma’s Poem
It was spring time up in Heaven
The air was thick with flowers
She sat with her Heavenly Father
Among the scented bowers
He put his arms around her
And gave a little smile
“You know my dear, they’ll miss you,
But, just for a little while”.
The sunshine fell about her
Her tears they fell like rain
“I know”, she said quite softly
“I’ll see them all again”.
By Eryn Phillips



This morning we said our goodbyes and boarded our plan to come back....to Home?
During the week of reading my Mums journals, looking through photo's etc I was trying to remember the two quotes my Mum used to have posted on our bathroom mirror. The first was Love is a Verb, and my sister wrote about that in her blog, but the other kept drifting from my mind. Finally during the service my brother read it out as part of his Eulogy. " Faith is a Doing Word". I would see that short sentence every morning of my teenage years. It was my Mum's belief that if we wanted to grow and develop faith in any principle, we first needed to put in the effort - to Do. How ironic that tonight as Dan and I were talking with one of our daughters, we were trying to teach her this same principle. It has made me wonder if I should just print that out and put it up on her bathroom mirror aswell. I guess things really do come full circle. We are all just trying to teach our children to become their best selves, so that they in turn can grow up, marry, have children and start that all over again. Thanks Mum for taking the time to put that up on our Bathroom mirror.