mama’s with the one who loves her best

Forgive me!  I know the title sounds like it was ripped off a worn-out country song. The truth is – it is the title to a song, and it does involve a woman who left her family – but not by her choice. 

She was a happy wife and mother of two small children when the doctor diagnosed her breast cancer.  It was brutal. 

During a Sunday morning service, the congregation was sharing testimonies of God’s goodness and encouraging one another in the faith.   We were stunned when the little boy stood and tearfully interrupted.  “Will you pray that God would heal my mom?”  

Barely able to speak, I told him that we would.  Many took their turn – right then and there – interceding for his mother.

Well, she fought a courageous fight, but the cancer eventually prevailed, and she moved on to higher ground.

Her little ones were broken hearted – sad beyond sad.   They had no way of mentally or emotionally grasping what had taken place.

And we adults fumbled around trying to help them make sense of it all. 

I was asked to sing at her memorial service.  As I prepared, I asked the Lord to help me bring some comfort to her children.  He chose to give me a song.  I wrote it down and sang it for them in the service.  It was all I could offer at that point. 

If you would like to hear it – click the link.  The lyrics are also below. 

If you find value in the song, you are welcome to pass it on and use it when needed – but I sincerely hope you don’t have to!

Mama’s with the One who Loves Her best  

By Jim Johnson

Mama’s with the one who loves her best.  /   We all love her too and she’ll be missed. / But Jesus took her pain away, when she became His guest. / Mama’s with the one who loves her best.

Mama I could see the pain, written on your face. / And Mama how I hurt for you, and Mama how I prayed. / And Mama Jesus heard my prayer, He took your pain away. / And Mama now you live with Him – Oh Mama!

Precious in the sight of God, is the death of His godly ones. / Mama I would read those words, and wonder what would come. / But Mama I can see you now, with Jesus and a smile. / And Mama I’m so glad for you – Oh Mama!

Mama now you’re sitting there, with all the other saints; / Watching as the rest of, us finish out our race. / So Mama I will run it well, so you’ll be proud of me; / And Mama I will win the prize – O Mama!

Mama’s with the one who loves her best. / We all love her too and she’ll be missed. / But Jesus took her pain away, when she became His guest. / Mama’s with the one who loves her best.

A PRAYER: Father it’s true!  Death means being united with the One who loves us best.  May we encourage others with this truth.

This has been Jim Johnson and pickleheavenpress.com

May the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you.