Monday afternoon my sweet mother was being prepared for an arteriogram at Baptist Hospital in Nashville. A stress test the week prior had indicated a possible blockage in one of the main arteries near her heart.
My Dad and my brothers, Chad and Lance, all surrounded her bed as the nurses and doctor finished their pre-procedure preparation, checked and double-checked wrist bands and asked Mom a myriad of questions about allergies, medication and family history. The last nurse came to push Mom back to the cath lab.
“Do you have any valuables with you,” she asked.
“My husband and my three boys are here with me,” Mom said without missing a beat.
Mom hasn’t diversified her investment portfolio. She has gone all in with her family. She has loved my Dad since the day they met as co-workers in the David Lipscomb College cafeteria. She prayed over us as boys like no other mother I know. She insisted we learn how to play the violin and made us do Lads to Leaders speeches even when we didn’t want to. She helped revolutionize the way Sunday School was done through learning centers at Brentwood Hills and lectured all three of us to be “Josephs” as it related to our purity. Now she pours herself into the three “daughters” she prayed for since we were little boys. Her favorite assets in her portfolio are her “grandbabies.”
Thankfully, Mom’s arteriogram revealed no blockage and she got to go home from the hospital Monday night. Lord willing, she’ll be around to invest in us for many more years.
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” – Matthew 6:19-21