Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

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Special Treat – Paula Booher

March 29, 2006

Silent Whispers, Giant Moments

                          by Paula Booher

Recently so many have passed from this world into the next as I read the stories on Storytime Tapestry.  Carol Roach's sister Joyce.  Sharon Bryant's father, Loren Moore and other's.  I am new here and of course I don't know these people but I Did know my Mom.

I'd like to take this opportunity to share the story of what happened when my Mother passed and how a day made All the difference for the rest of My life and how I make sure to tell all the people in my path, who will Listen, To "Listen" to that still small voice inside of them When it speaks.

In October of 1999 I got a call from my brother to make a trip to Colorado to spend the last moments with our mother.  He was convinced that her time had come and I'd better make haste to say my "Good bye's" as soon as possible.  I made the trip to my sister's home where our mother lived and spent a couple of weeks with her.  Mother was ill, but did not die that fall.  I was very happy I made that trip for we did spend a very nice two weeks together, but  In fact she did not pass away until the following May 5th, after the new millenium in the year 2000. 

Once again my brother called but this time his voice was quite frantic and he was barely able to speak.  He described how my neice had called for an ambulance early that morning for our mother because she had been having trouble breathing.  The ambulance had arrived and they had tried to resecitate her without success on the way to the hospital.  Mother simply went to sleep and did not wake up.  She had went peacefully on the way to the hospital directly from the home she was most happy in with her family.  Our sister and her husband, my neice's parents, were out of town working when they got the call and they were on their way home immediately.  I had to make plans to travel in a couple of days because we had five children to deal with and things had to be taken care of to get things in order here first.  It all worked out and the service was five days later.  It was wonderful and couldn't have been more blessed by God.  But I have to back up just a bit because I've left out the main theme of the story.

The day Mother passed was on a Friday.  I had spoken to her the day before on Thursday.  She was in pretty good spirits and we had a wonderful talk as usual.  We chatted about the weather and the kids.  We went down the list of complaints on the news and how the doctors never really listened to what was Really going on with her and the normal every day stuff.  She was having some trouble with her joints and she wasn't feeling her best, but she was totally happy about One thing.  She was so grateful to be Back Home.  She had been living with my brother and his wife for several months  and she had just moved back in with our sister just that week.  That's where she felt Home truly was.  She and our sister were always closest and had been since we were children.  They had just seemed to Always know eachother best and somehow it always worked out better for them to be together.  Our sister and brother-in-law's jobs required that they travel and our neice's schooling required she stay with Mom during the school year and it just worked out well for them all.  Anyway, Mom was home and happy.

I was chatting with Mother about how Jesus could heal her from the souls of her feet to the top of her head and her response was unusually crisp with  an added flair of hope.

Her voice sounded clearer and brighter than it had in years when she responded to me that day.  We had prayed together many times over the years but this day she was different when she answered me back and I thought that I was going to witness a miracle healing of some sort.

The very Next Morning Mom went home to be with Jesus and She Was Healed from the top of her head to the souls of her feet.  She Did get her Miracle Healing.  Our very last conversation ended with the best "I Love You Mom ever and you can be healed In Jesus Name Amen!"  I didn't know the power in those words as I was saying them that day...but I Did the day after.  They will last me the rest of my life while she has the Rest of hers.  Mom is with me always now and we speak almost every day.  I don't miss her cause I believe I don't have to travel to Colorado to see her or talk with her any more.  I have her all the time now.  She's not in pain or trapped in an ill body racked with disease.  I'm thankful for those powerful words spoken in  love that day.  I'm thankful for the 20 plus years we had to heal from alot of not so good early years.  God granted us plenty of wonderful moments and I'll be writing about more of them in the future.  I have an amazing mother to tell you more about in the days to come.  I'm a pretty amazing kid too because of her sacrifice's of love.  I'm only 48... hard tellin' how long I'll be around to carry on her legacy...we'll just have to see!  She's cheerin' me on every step of the way.   I can hear her now, "Paula, you can do Anything you set your mind too".   She loved my singing.  Little did she know I was a writer as well.  I suppose she knows now.  I can feel her looking  over my shoulder for typo's...LOL 

At 38, Gertrude, (Trudie to her friends), Alice Shull Roe Pendleton went back for her GED, then her college degree from Southwest Missouri State University in Springfield, MO where she received her teaching certificate in Special Education with a Minor in Library Science.  She taught for three years in Seymour, MO and three years in Windsor, MO before she retired due to health reasons.  Her dreams of becoming a teacher from the second grade had become a reality at age 44 after raising three children and going through great hardships to get there.  She was the first in her immediate family that we know of to receive a college degree.  We were very proud of her accomplishments and do what we can to carry on in her footsteps.  To date I have graduated from two minor colleges and am working on my undergraduate studies working toward a future Masters degree and have a dream of a some day a doctorate.  My neice, Cassandra Sherman Murrow of Strasburg, CO., is graduating this spring on Mother's Day with honors from Regents University from Aurora, Colorado.

And we're just getting started...

I'm just a country girl from Central Missouri.  I grew up near the Lake of the Ozarks where the fishin' is fine and the boatin' is divine.  I never learned to water ski but I love to sing about everything from climbin' trees to honey bees.  Oh yes, I'm a poet and I Know it.  You can read my stuff at poetry.com and now at Storytime Tapestry thanks to Carol and her lovely invite.  I love God and thank Him daily for helpin' me raise these 5 not so youngin's(the first 4)... (then the second batch), the youngest is 8.  She's a cutie.  My husband Roger is up for an award for being So patient with me, Or is it he's the patient up a tree, I get confused...if you see white coats or straight jackets don't worry, it's just the "Booher Bunch", we're harmless, but a whole lotta fun @%^$#@*&%$#@...gotta go, catch ya later!

copyright 2/20/2006

Paula Deann Roe Booher

wrappednword@yahoo.com