If I could talk to my mom…

If I could sit on a bench… in a quiet, beautiful place…and have a conversation with anyone…

It would be my mother, Beatrice Brown Taylor.

I would sit beside her…and I would tell her how much I miss her.

I would tell her that Roz is doing well…and that she is being taken very good care of. She is busy getting out, going to apple orchards, pumpkin patches, shopping, going out to dinner, and walks in her neighborhood. I know that would make your heart smile.

I would tell her about her grandsons… how Jaeden is preparing to graduate with his bachelor’s degree
in Cyber Security and Forensics at the age of 20 in seven months, and how he’s starting a small business using his 3D printer. How responsible he is with his money and handling his responsibilities. He is a young man of God with integrity and has a heart for others.

I would tell her that Brandon is now a real estate agent, a Gospel HipHop Artist (We would laugh and really give God the Praise inside knowledge), and that he is soon to be an ordained minister. How he loves studying the word of God, and he delivers a sermon like he’s been doing it for years. He’s a great husband and father… and he and Kiana just celebrated 8 years of marriage.

I would tell her… they are both serving the Lord, and they are raising their children up to serve the Lord.

I would tell her about the grandchildren… that Jaylene is now in the 9th grade, smart, athletic, praise dances for the Lord, and growing into such a beautiful young lady… that Abiah is 7 and so full of light and has such a beautiful spirit, loving and gentle, plays soccer and loves the Lord, and that there is a baby boy, Brandon Jr., age 3 that she never got the chance to meet. But that he would make her smile, how much he is like his dad at that age, Mischievous, full of energy, and giggles

I would tell her that Brandon, Jaeden, and I are serving in outreach ministry at church…
carrying on her legacy… helping people, praying for people, and sharing the good news of Christ.

I would tell her about Mom of Sons… and how God gave me the assignment.

I would tell her… that so many of her prayers have come to fruition.

I would tell her that I understand now… so many of the things she tried to teach me
about life and family.

I would thank her… for her unshakable faith… and her consistency in prayer.

And I would even tell her… that I now pray for the person I once said I never would.

Because God, time… and maturity… have changed me.

I would tell her I appreciate and admire her strength…her perseverance…

And most of all…I would tell her…

I love you, Mom.

“One generation commends your works to another…” Psalm 145:4