This coming Friday would have been my Mom's 84th birthday, but God called her home on Leap Day of 2012. I've been thinking about my Mom this morning and I realize how much I miss her. Oh I absolutely take great joy in knowing she, who was so trapped in a body that had betrayed her through Parkinson's disease, now skips and dances in heaven. She is free, and yet I miss her. I miss those conversations where I could tell her about the entire emotional terrain of my thoughts and feelings. She would listen to anything I waned to share. I miss her laugh, her way of asking very wise questions, and I miss her playing her piano and singing to her God. I know I'll see her again, but King Solomon rightly said in Ecclesiastes "Love is stronger than death." I'm thankful for who Amy Lewis was, and for who she now is shining radiant in the presence of her Heavenly Father. My heart goes out to all of you, my readers, who are missing a loved one taken from you. May God turn your lament into a love song.