Sounded like a pretty good idea.
Mom likes church. And I do too, although I am not entirely comfortable in it. I look within me, there were much flaws and sins and past hurts and... what business do I have in such a place?
Maya once said, "It is the sick that needed a doctor. It is the broken that needed a saviour. You are always welcomed here."
Mom is a believer. I think I am too, I'm not sure. Anyway if I suggest going to church, she would be pleased with me and will definitely agree to it!
Mom sat beside me, as Maya's voice and the harmonious choir filled the hall with sounds of peaceful worship. Transcendence. And it dawned on me, how wonderful it was to have mom coming to church with me today. How precious she was to me but I must have forgotten. She can absolutely take care of herself, but who is showing her extra care or make her feel special for once?
When Maya was on stage, beautiful as she was, the attention was never on her. With every chord she strummed and every words that she sang, she led people to focus on the loving One above.
I was touched and tears were pooling. Mom noticed that I was wiping away tears and she reached for my hand, smiled at me.