Keeping My Promise, Justin
July 9, 2017, our 20-year-old son sat me down for a delicate conversation. You see, 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, there we sat, just he and I, 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 forever altered me, “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.