Earlene Eley

"Rooted in Her Love"

You stand now in the shadow of her absence,

but her presence still lingers in every breath you take.

She planted you deep, not just in soil, but in the Living Vine

—teaching you to cling, to stretch upward even when storms bend you low.

Her prayers were your first covering, her voice your first gospel, her love the first sermon you ever believed.

Yes—grief feels heavy, and faith feels tested.

One of you wrestles with the silence, the other preaches through the ache,

yet both of you—both—are bound by the same sacred truth: her love never let go of you, and it does not let go now.

So we honor her best not by standing without tears, but by standing with them —watering the seeds she planted until joy blooms again.

The Vine still holds. The Gardener still tends.

And your mother, rooted forever in His care, smiles at the fruit of her labor

—her children, still growing, still loved, still held.

"Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything."— C.S. Lewis

Blessings, Your Director  ~ 7/16/25