I’ll never forget the moment in which I felt my mom’s soul depart from her earthly body. It was February 10, 2020. I was standing by her bedside crying, begging, and pleading with God to wake her up from the coma she had slipped into only five days earlier on February 5th.
I held her hand as I played a beautiful Christian song for her. As the tears streamed down my face, I thought for sure that my knees would buckle and I would fall helplessly on the hospital floor.
My heart felt like it had been torn out of my chest and I found it hard to breathe. And then, it happened. I witnessed a true miracle. I felt this surreal electrifying sensation that started at the tip of my toes and made its way up through and into my heart. Suddenly, I wasn’t frightened anymore. Actually, I was completely at peace. A peace that surpassed all understanding, a peace I hadn’t felt in years after watching my mom suffer for so long.
It was at this moment that I knew my mom had transferred her light to me. Even though she could not open her eyes or speak, she was communicating with me. She was telling me to take her torch and to keep it burning brightly. My mom was letting me know that she wanted me to continue on in her legacy of compassion, love, and acceptance for others.
Yes, my mom, my best friend, my champion, my anchor, and the woman who helped pick me up off the ground more than once was asking me to carry on in her name. I made a promise to her right then and there that I would continue to live a life of passion and compassion.
And then, as I gave her permission to let go, I knew God would be with me every step of the way in the days, weeks, and months ahead. As hard as it was to say goodbye to the woman who gave me life, I knew that God would guide me and show me where he needed me to be.
More importantly, I knew He would provide a way for me to take the pain I felt in that moment and transform it into an insatiable passion to help other women feel more confident, self-assured, and empowered to live life on their own terms unapologetically.
On February 14th, my mom made her final transition to the afterlife. As promised, I continued and still continue to this day to do the work I do in honor of the beautiful woman who gave me life. This is my story of how I turned my pain into passion and why I’ve made it my mission to help others do the same. I hope it inspires you.
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