O Death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 1 Cor. 15:55 KJV — Vol 2, Ch 31

On September 12, 2018 at about 6:30am, I stood over the body that carried me in its womb sixty-one years ago. I, along with my sisters only minutes before had watched in tears, saying sweet goodbyes as the Spirit of our mother, flew from that body that served her so well for 89 years and ten months.


I’ve never seen a spirit leave it’s shell.
​I’ve dreaded it.


It was an unfounded dread.


Mom left behind a tiny body, worn and eaten by damage and disease in these past few months. A body that in its prime stood 5’1“ tall and had never slept in a hospital bed, because of illness, until the night she fell in April this very year.

This shell that lay before me dutifully carried my momma‘s soul, her Spirit, her essence.


In those first fleeting minutes before they took that body away, I held that form, that cooling flesh that so lovingly wrapped my mom all these years.


I thanked God for this lifeless shell that He created.
You see this shell carried a Spirit drawn to adventure, blessed with a marriage of a lifelong love, and always an interested lifelong learner.
This shell traveled all over the world, moved and lived from Kansas wheat fields to many states and foreign countries.
This shell carried my mom from widow’s grief to China missions.

This shell covered my mom.

Mom, that spunky brilliant mind, that lady with panache.

This shell carried the spirit of a seeker of God.
This shell held God‘s child that searched over scripture, prayed over souls, and lifted up Jesus as Lord. My mom’s Spirit had flown from this shell into the place she’s longed for most of her life. You see, her Spirit accepted Jesus as its LORD when she was 27 years old.

I kissed this body goodbye. And I thanked God for creating it. It had served my mom well.

The essence of my mom isn’t gone. She is with Jesus. I thanked God as I held that very tiny shell that held the giant faithful follower of Jesus Christ the Son of God, the Savior of the world.
She’s laughing with Jesus now. Laughing and dancing with my Daddy whom she’s missed everyday for the last forty-eight years, since he himself left his shell. They are celebrating their LORD together.
​ I look forward to joining them for eternity.

Because He IS the I AM, i am
robyn cox

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