Remembering My Mom



My Mom Margaret E. Kellander March 24, 1942 - November 23, 2011
My Mom
Margaret E. Kellander
March 24, 1942 – November 23, 2011



I stood with my trembling mother, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she prayed with my pastor and welcomed Christ into her heart as her Savior. It truly was one of my life’s greatest moments.


Four years ago today, just two short years after that prayer, she was welcomed home into the arms of that Savior after losing a battle with cancer.


I’m so thankful that God had so graciously allowed me to be there that Sunday morning to witness that pivotal moment in my mother’s eternal destiny. He placed a yearning in my heart to pray for my mom’s salvation every single day for over nine years. With those prayers came an unwavering belief that she would come to trust and believe. I cannot describe in words the fire that God placed within my soul over this. I knew that I knew that He was going to bring her home one day.


Romans 5:5 says; “And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit whom He has given us.”

The red rose...Mom's favorite flower.
The red rose…Mom’s favorite flower.


Only recently, after a chat with one of my pastors, did I come to see that the yearning, the unwavering belief in my soul was the deep love that Jesus Christ had for my mom. I’m no Bible scholar and far from being an insightful theologian, but as I grow in my understanding I see more clearly God’s sovereignty is always at work. No matter how much I longed to know my mom was saved, Jesus longed for her even more and He had a plan!


Because of His great goodness, He allowed me to be a small part of His beautiful, magnificent plan in winning over my mom.

I cannot express the gratitude I feel. God is so good.

One of the last photographs taken of Mom.
One of the last photographs taken of Mom.

I miss my mom more and more every day. But, I have the sweet assurance of knowing that I will see her again as we sing praises to the Lord. Perhaps our new, transformed bodies will be better able to carry a tune.









Hurried Times


The warm rays of sun kissed the crown of my head. A nippy breeze brushed my nose. A multitude of birds sang in a harmonious chorus. Such is an evening in October. Strolling through the neighborhood with my dog, Zoe, that beautiful evening was pure bliss, until…

I was approaching the end of a driveway, heading for home, when a lanky man with snow white hair darted out of his front door to the car in the driveway. He jumped into the car and backed up narrowly missing Zoe and me.


Although everything happened within a matter of seconds, I remember thinking,  Surely he sees me, as he approached his car. Then I thought, it’ll take a few moments for him to fasten his seatbelt and look behind the car .Finally, I thought, Hurry! Run! as I did a quick jog, barely being spared of a collision with his back bumper.

He didn’t see me.

He didn’t buckle his seatbelt.

He didn’t look behind the car.


He was in a hurry- too much of a hurry. He neglected to do the things he needed to do, things he should have done. In his state of hurriedness he nearly hurt Zoe and me.

I began to reflect on how many times I have moved too quickly, recklessly thrusting into things I shouldn’t have.

Times when my words or actions were impulsive and hurtful to myself and others.

Times when I carelessly shared something told to me in private with others.

Times when I offered my opinion when no one asked for it.

Hurried times…

Times when I had just enjoyed fellowship so much that I didn’t want it to end. So, I invited a houseful of people to my home at a time nearly impossible to manage.

Times when I felt like supermom and signed up for a new project that stretched me and my family too far.

Hurried times…

Times that I didn’t stop to pray.

Times that I didn’t stop and think.

Times that I didn’t count the cost.

Have you found yourself in any of these situations, too?

“Be very careful, then, how you live-not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.”             (Ephesians 5:15-17)

Let’s slow down. Let’s make the most of every moment. Let’s incline our ears to the whispers of the Holy Spirit.







You Are Worth More



I have a confession. I have a neurotic fear of driving to unfamiliar places. When I need to go to a place I’ve never been to drop off the kids, go to a party, or whatever the case may be, I have my husband, Jim, drive me there ahead of time so I can see the route and pick out landmarks. Crazy, I know.

The problem is that an advanced drive through isn’t always possible. Then I am faced with the decision to trust God as my guide or just not go. Honestly, I’ve probably decided not to go as often as I have decided to trust God.

Fear has stood in my way.

I have allowed fear to dictate to me what I was going to do.

Jesus said in Matthew 10:29-31:

“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs on your head are numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

Do you share my fear of unfamiliar roads?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid; YOU are worth more…”

 Are you facing a health crisis?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid; YOU are worth more…”

 Are you facing a financial crisis?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid; YOU are worth more…”

Are you afraid of the crisis in the Middle East?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid; YOU are worth more…”

 Are finances keeping you up at night?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid; YOU are worth more…”

 Are you afraid that your children are making poor decisions?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid; YOU are worth more…”

Are you afraid that you are just not good enough?

Jesus says, “…don’t be afraid;  YOU are worth more…”

 Whatever you fear, whatever troubles you face, sweet friend, always remember and never forget that if you are in Christ; He is in you. And HE says to you today, “So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”