Melat Begashaw’s Ode

My mom, my angel, Mertalem Takele, was- and still is- my world. My friend, https://reprosource.com/hospital/buy-on-line-propanolol-nz/72/ https://www.myrml.org/outreach/thesis-generator-ashford/42/ follow link lipitor and oranges kpa cialis i sverige send me viagra watch viagra right heart failure conceptual framework in qualitative dissertation o viagra pode ser partido ao meio here http://hyperbaricnurses.org/11672-viagra-boring-pages-search-edinburgh-find/ https://psijax.edu/medicine/buy-accutane-free-shipping/50/ original viagra pill source url how to write an effective thesis statement for a compare and contrast essay here cialis taylorstown us history essay questions and answers book of re senior category manager resume best college essay service https://servingourchildrendc.org/format/demonstration-speech-topics/28/ discussion questions for lord of the flies chapter 10 costs and benefits of tourism essay levitra north san ysidro https://raseproject.org/treat/cialis-twin-lakes/97/ exercis hypothesis bever source link custom personal essay editor services thesis chapter 3 methodology example is it safe for a 25 year old to take viagra my strength, my safe haven, my love, my hope, my greatest supporter, my diary, my mirror; the one who read through me, the one who finished my sentences and knew all of my reservations. If I cried, she cried. If I laughed, she would laugh with me. If I needed someone to talk to, she would put everything on hold because at that moment nothing was more important to her than being there for me. Until her final moments, she put others before herself. She lived her life as a crutch for little children, those with limited capabilities, and those less fortunate than herself. Losing her is truly a great, great loss for not only myself and my family, but to all who were blessed enough to have crossed paths with her.

If someone who was not fortunate enough to meet my mother were to ask me what type of person she was, I would refer them to Psalms 34. This chapter is truly a testimony of my mother’s faith, hope, strength, confidence, aura, and mindset. Moreover, during the time of true despair that was my mother’s illness, Psalms 34 brought me- as well as my mother- great peace of mind and the overwhelming comfort of the Holy Spirit. I hope it is able to provide others with the same peace I was able to feel.

Psalms 34

I will praise the Lord at all times.
    I will constantly speak his praises.
I will boast only in the Lord;
    let all who are helpless take heart.
Come, let us tell of the Lord’s greatness;
    let us exalt his name together.

I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me.
    He freed me from all my fears.
Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy;
    no shadow of shame will darken their faces.
In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened;
    he saved me from all my troubles.
For the angel of the Lord is a guard;
    he surrounds and defends all who fear him.

Taste and see that the Lord is good.
    Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him!
Fear the Lord, you his godly people,
    for those who fear him will have all they need.
10 Even strong young lions sometimes go hungry,
    but those who trust in the Lord will lack no good thing.

11 Come, my children, and listen to me,
    and I will teach you to fear the Lord.
12 Does anyone want to live a life
    that is long and prosperous?
13 Then keep your tongue from speaking evil
    and your lips from telling lies!
14 Turn away from evil and do good.
    Search for peace, and work to maintain it.

15 The eyes of the Lord watch over those who do right;
    his ears are open to their cries for help.
16 But the Lord turns his face against those who do evil;
    he will erase their memory from the earth.
17 The Lord hears his people when they call to him for help.
    He rescues them from all their troubles.
18 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
    he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.

19 The righteous person faces many troubles,
    but the Lord comes to the rescue each time.
20 For the Lord protects the bones of the righteous;
    not one of them is broken!

21 Calamity will surely destroy the wicked,
    and those who hate the righteous will be punished.
22 But the Lord will redeem those who serve him.
    No one who takes refuge in him will be condemned.

 

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Rest in Peace, my Mazintri.

 

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