Somehow it seems easier to accept our own suffering than that of our loved ones.
I'll be praying for you and your dear mother.
Here's a song that I found comforting when I was confronted with a similar situation to yours. The song is "Home Free" by Wayne Watson. I'll print the lyrics here too.www.youtube.com
"I'm trying hard not to think you unkind, But Heavenly Father, if you know my heart, surely you can read my mind. Good people underneath a sea of grief. Some get up and walk away, Some will find ultimate relief
Home free, eventually At the ultimate healing We will be home free Home free, oh I've got a feeling At the ultimate healing We will be home free
Out in the corridors, we pray for life A mother for her baby A husband for his wife
Sometimes the good die young It's sad but true And while we pray for one more heartbeat The real comfort is with You
You know pain has little mercy And suffering's no respecter of age Of race or position I know every prayer gets answered But the hardest one to pray is slow to come Oh Lord, not mine, but Thy will be done
Home free, eventually At the ultimate healing We will be home free Home free, oh I've got a feeling At the ultimate healing We will be home free"
May God hold your hand so that you feel His gentle mercy.