28 “Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her
husband also, and he
praises her: 29 “Many daughters have done well, but you excel them
all.” Proverbs 31:10-31
It will be Mother’s Day this
coming weekend, May 10, 2020. The Bible tells us to honor our father and
mother that it may go well with you (Ephesians 6:1-3). Mothers are irreplaceable….good, bad or
indifferent . . . . They are irreplaceable. I know my Mother is to me. She was my friend, soulmate, and confidant. She was my Mother.
She exemplified my Heavenly
Father’s forgiveness. She would fight a
circle saw for me when I was right and when I was in the wrong, she let me know
in uncertain terms. We did not always
get along through the years, but we loved each other through it all. When the chips were down, she stood in
defense of me and carried my banner.
Mother was a lady with great
dignity often showing her stoic English bearing and her physical stature of the
Dutch. She often called herself the
Dutch woman. Meaning she was short and
stout. To me she was beautiful.
My first memory of Mother was when I was about
two. We were in church and I was
standing in the pew beside her….her arm was around me, and she was singing to
the roof tops. Mother was a presence of
warmth and security. It seems she was
light.
Most of all I remember her hands. She had exceptionally large hands as soft as
velvet. When I was a little girl her
hand covered my back as she rubbed Grandma Freeman’s miracle cure for
congestion, sore throats, and what “ails you.”
She worked constantly for the comfort of her
family. She literally loved and patted
her
cooking on to the table for us. Her hands cleaned, washed our clothes in black wash pots in the back yard, yet those big hands made the delicate embroidery, tucking, and smocking on the beautiful clothes I wore. She always sang or hummed while she worked. She worked outside the home and I remember waking in the dark of the night, she at her peddle sewing machine making my beautiful clothes.
cooking on to the table for us. Her hands cleaned, washed our clothes in black wash pots in the back yard, yet those big hands made the delicate embroidery, tucking, and smocking on the beautiful clothes I wore. She always sang or hummed while she worked. She worked outside the home and I remember waking in the dark of the night, she at her peddle sewing machine making my beautiful clothes.
Mother was very mischievous and such a
tease! She laughed freely and brought
great joy to our family.
She cast over me an influence which has lasted
all my life. The good effects of her early training I can never lose. If it had
not been for her appreciation and her faith in me at a critical time in my
life, I would have never met life’s trials with the trust and faith that I
survive in my Lord Jesus.
I realize in my now ancient years, I had a
beautiful, secure with no fear and tender childhood that lives in me
today. The greatest gift my Mother and
Daddy gave me was their love for each other….they adored each other, and it
permeated my brother and me.
After her 98th Birthday, she told me
she was tired and was ready to go home.
A week before she breathed her last, she went to sleep…peaceably and
quietly. In the early morning hours of
September 15, 2004 as I held her hand she slipped away. I have never been as sure of anything in life
as she slipped from my hand; Jesus took my Mother’s hand and led her into His
Glory. My Mother was truly a Proverbs 31
woman.
We honor our Mothers this Sunday, May 10,
2020. They are God’s gift to us
all. Pray for your Mother.
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