A Last Moment Alone.
This week, a guest post written by Tirsa Mazariegos, a dear friend from Guatemala and a radiant servant of the living God. She was the interpreter and trusted guide for the Corinth Reformed Church (www.corinthtoday.org) mission team last April. Be prepared for the Lord to awaken your soul with her story…
Happy Friday everyone! My name is Tirsa Mazariegos. I am a single mom of two precious boys Aaron and JP. They are my light and joy. I am in love with God and just enjoy praising his name. I am passionate about life, I love to love and love to serve. I am a musician, composer and writer. I can say that life overall has been good to me even though there have been many trials, discouragements, battles lost but the war is being conquered.
What I am about to share with you is one of those moments in time that have been hurtful but at the end have had a reason to be. April 2008 came to us as cold water on our spines. My mom was diagnosed with liver cancer and by the time they discovered her illness, it was too late to do something about it. At the time I was working for an NGO here in Guatemala. My brother and I felt hopeless, so impotent in front of such news. He and I had to travel for a week as volunteer translators for a medical mission team. We served with our hearts knowing that we were serving so many sick people and we couldn’t do anything for our mother.
There are times in our lives when we need to learn how to completely depend on Jesus. I was out for almost a month between May and June 2008 working in the Guatemalan highlands as team coordinator. I was out on a workshop when on Wednesday June 11th my brother called me and asked me to come home because my mother was dying. On Thursday the 12th I took the first bus at four in the morning to be able to make it to the hospital on time. When I walked in to her room, I felt my whole heart shatter into pieces. Seeing my brother was hurtful because they were so close and I knew that he would have the greatest part of suffering in this process. He went home and left me there to be with mom. I took my guitar and sang to her and told her how much I loved her. She asked me to lay down behind her so that she could find some rest and I held her in my arms, smelled her hair and knew that it would probably be the last time that I would have this moment alone with her. It was.
She passed away the next day around 4:15 p.m. Tomorrow is her seven year anniversary and so many things have happened both good and bad. Sometimes when I see myself in the mirror, I see her and miss her so much. I am sure that many of you can relate with this story today. All I can say is that no matter how much time goes by, they will always be present in our memories, our hearts, in our blood.
And there you have it, readers. A hearty Texas-twanged ‘gracias’ to Tirsa for sharing the depths of her heart as is fitting for readers of Mary’s Musings.
Only the Lord knows why He sends a person to a mission field. It may be to give them a Tirsa of their own, a friend for life. Should you hear the voice of the living God say, ‘Come’, will you respond with reckless abandon? It may be someone needs you to share their last moment before eternity ushers them through its doors.
Here are a few of the ways to connect with Tirsa: