As I was cleaning out my Dad’s freezer, I came across a Ziploc freezer bag labeled with “Chicken Dressing 8/2016.” She made it two months before she passed away. I stopped and stared at it remembering all those Thanksgivings I helped my mom prepare the dressing for our meal. It is those moments we take for granted. Snippets in time that are gone in a second and leave only the memories of them. I removed the bag and put it in my freezer tote so I could take it home with me.
Last night I prepared our meal of roasted turkey breast with mama’s dressing. As I removed it from the oven, a familiar smell wafted through the kitchen. A slight hint of onions and celery permeated the air. I was transported back in time to my mom’s kitchen watching her fuss carefully over the preparations. I missed her terribly in that moment. As I write this my heart aches for her presence and I long for heaven. I imagine that there will be a feast there where I will get to sit at a table with my mom and have some of her dressing with her. I am sure Jesus would love it.
I reflected on Psalm 16:11…
“You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
Looking forward to that moment of being reunited with my mom and being in the presence of the Lord. It sounds wonderful to me and I was reminded of this all because of my mama’s dressing. Thank you mama. I love you.