Remembering Mom

Easter Sunday 1982 … The last time our family was together with our mother, Clara Ada,  in church.  It was also her 70th birthday.  We filled 3 pews as Pastor Happy Darneal presented the morning message, at Faith Assembly of God church in Houston, Texas.   

Mom was a prayer warrior.  As a child I remember laying in bed waiting to drift off to sleep and hear her praying.  She would have a conversation with our Lord, Jesus about her day and future plans … She would call roll for all her children, grandchildren … even those who have not been born yet.  She would pray for each of us … our future spouses and children.  Sometimes she would tell-off on us … as if God did not know what we were doing.

She battled some depression after the divorce from my Dad. They had been married 25 years.  One day, she shared with me that the best medicine to fight depression was to help someone in need.  I recall  the Bible speaks of Job having his prayers answered when he prayed for his friends.  She was always going and taking care of her family … and extended family/friends.

The day she left us, she was taking food to a lady (Sister Lee)  from church who had been house bound a few days due to being sick.  Her car was broad-sided by kids drag racing through the neighborhood.  In the trunk of her car were 3 corning ware dishes with the food she had prepared.  A meat dish, veggies from her garden, and a blackberry cobbler.  She had picked the berries along the road. 

The week before the accident she came to our home after work.  She slammed the back door … she never slammed doors … was so upset as she had experienced a close encounter driving.  A car pulled out in front of her on Sheppard Drive .  “One of these days you are going to get a phone call and it will all be over” she told me … a week later we received that phone call.

She left us far too soon, May 27, 1982.

Our words set our path.

Susan Clepper Pool