Keeping My Promise, Justin
On July 9, 2017, our 20-year-old son sat me down for a delicate conversation. For months Justin and I had been going back and forth about his desire for a motorcycle. I was adamantly against it sighting safety concerns, insurance expenses, etc. while he was passionately 100% ALL IN, for it.
On that tender Sunday evening, Justin looked into my eyes and said, “Mama, just as you are concerned about my safety, I am concerned about your health.”
The next words from his mouth changed me forever,
“Mama, if you are willing to get healthy, I won’t buy a motorcycle. I am worried about you. I will work out with you, and I will even wake up early with you. I will support you in this.”
My eyes filled with tears and my heart brimmed with thankfulness. His sacrificial love overwhelmed this Mama.
Immediately, I wholeheartedly agreed to get healthy. I began my pilgrimage the very next day to better health and started rethinking my relationship with food.
Tragically, only six days later, we lost our beloved Justin in a car accident.
The way I see it, every day is a new opportunity to keep my promise to Justin as I cling to my hope in Christ Jesus.