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My Mother

Reposting from last year. Happy Mother’s Day Mom. I love you.

I hardly know where to begin in writing a tribute to my mother. It is as Louisa May Alcott wrote in Little Women, “mothers are always lovely to their children”. (It pleases me to no end to quote from a beloved book that was given to my grandmother, Christmas of 1948 (inscribed: To Edna, From Mother), passed on to my mother, Cynthia, who also dearly loved it, and eventually passed on to me when I was 12 I think, inspiring me to want to be a writer and tomboy like Jo March!)

My mother is a godly woman. She is my prime example of all that a woman should be. I know she isn’t perfect, but I can find no fault in the choices she made in her life. She married a man that loves Jesus, she supported Him to obey God’s calling, and both enabled him and chose to sacrifice MUCH for God’s glory. She is humble. She does not seek glory or a name for herself(although she could have, she is a gifted musician). She is modest (she carefully and respectfully chooses her clothing to not be a stumbling block, and in doing so shows her love of others more than herself). Her speech is pure and sweet, free of filthiness and coarse jesting. She was the most tender and loving mother to 5 children. I won’t give in to political correctness when I praise my mother in this next thing: She stayed home and was PRESENT in bringing us up. Every single day my mother trained, educated, loved, listened to, sang to, read to, was patient with, cooked and cleaned for, disciplined, and prayed for each one of us. She looked well to the ways of her household. This is a choice and sacrifice that I pray God enables me to repeat. In this she has honoured Christ and the Word of God.
Encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonoured. (Titus 2:4-5)
I witnessed the beauty of a submissive spirit in my mother. The world has corrupted the concept of submission, but I have been able to embrace it as a desirable attribute because growing up I saw it at work as Christ intended.

My father is the great man and pastor he is today a large part because of my mother’s heart, support and behaviour. She could have been the biggest hindrance and instead has been a wonderful help.
Her husband is known in the gates, when he sits among the elders of the land. (Proverbs 31:23)  She does him good and not evil all the days of her life. (Proverbs 31:12)

She longs for the Lord’s return so much that it’s contagious.  Her continual focus on our hope of heaven has infected me.  Come Lord Jesus!!

This is my mother.
Her children rise up and bless her, saying: “Many daughters have done nobly, But you excel them all.” A woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.  (portions of Proverbs 31)

May this promise be hers:
The reward of humility and the fear of the Lord are riches, honour and life.
(Proverbs 22:4)

Because I simply cannot stop singing her praise, some memories of my beautiful mom:

  • I remember her singing me to sleep sometimes at night and rubbing my back.  It was the ultimate in peace and security for me.
  • I remember her having compassion on us occasionally when we didn’t eat our supper and were laying in bed hungry and would bring us a sandwich or snack.  I try to occasionally do the same for my kids because I remember how loved I felt when my mother would bring me something.
  • I remember my mom going on field trips with my class and how all my little girlfriends wanted my mom’s time and attention, it made me jealous and proud at the same time.
  • I remember her listening and listening and listening and listening and listening.  It must have been so boring, but she never made me feel that way.
  • I remember watching her practise with her music group thinking she was pretty much the most amazing talent ever.
  • I remember seeing her Bible open on the kitchen table where she had been studying.
  • I remember watching her learn to be persecuted and not retaliate.
  • I remember a special day at the spa with her.
  • I remember the fabulous surprise party she threw for my 16th birthday, I felt so special and loved.
  • I remember home cooked meals around the dinner table every night.
  • I remember her lists, schedules, initiatives, and new efforts to grow, improve, and be more efficient.
  • I remember learning how to bake, craft, do laundry, clean, take care of babies, etc alongside her.
  • I remember (and still have!) catch up sessions sitting in her kitchen.
  • I remember feeling secure in her love and care.
  • I just remember, Mom, and I’m so thankful.

Happy Mother’s Day

I love you

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