My Mother’s Heart


Time alone revealed the true heart
of my mother. 

Seasons of her life reflected
the love and care she
gave our family. 
Myriads of memories
ever so
 sweet 
etched on my heart and mind. 
Easter dresses, hand made
for five daughters,
while she sacrificially
and
 unashamedly went without.
Sunday dinners,
joyfully prepared and served
with beautiful heart and hands;
all for the unabashed
love of family. 
Letters and notes
of encouragement
to a son or daughter
far from home.
Times spent in prayer down
on her knees,

knowing something
wasn’t quite right
and so she prayed. 
Daring to believe for a miracle
when doctors said,
“No chance this baby can live”.
A textbook miracle
son
 who lived forty-five years.
Caring for Daddy through
 years of illness,
faithfully by his side with hope and prayers.

A heart broken many times by unbelievable losses
grandsons, husband, son, parents, brothers and sisters…
Yet Mother lived with confident hope
she would see them again.
Mother touched many hearts over the years
giving hope, encouragement, prayers.
A testament of love and faith
for all who knew her.

Thank you God for my mother’s legacy of a life well lived.

 

Our Daddy’s Heart

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Time alone explained the true heart of our Daddy.
Seasons of his life reflected the loving care he gave our family.
We remember a daddy who held his children close, rocked
and 
sang beautiful songs of faith over us.
We remember long years of sacrificial hard work to provide for a growing family.
His example taught us to take responsibility for those we love,
even when the cost is great.
Looking back, we believe he would have given his life for any one of us.
That kind of love goes a long way when it is
forever modeled before you.
We remember the love that swelled our hearts when he would say;
“I’m the richest man in town because of the
seven children God gave me.”
We remember Daddy was always true to Mother.
Loving her, providing for and protecting
her all those years.
We remember a contagious laughter that just about lifted the roof.
Like the day we watched our favorite family movie.
Those were the times 
we just about got down
and rolled on the floor with him.
How we loved to hear Daddy laugh.
We remember challenging seasons of life, when hope was restored by
his oft-quoted confident words.
“Everything’s going to be all right”.
An echo of the promise of Romans 8:28:
“God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God.”

Thank you God for giving us a daddy that left us with
a legacy we shall always cherish. 

 

A Peak At Spring Time


I couldn’t wait to take a peak.
I pushed back the mulch and sure
enough, there they were. Daffodil
bulbs I planted in the fall had forced
through winter’s frozen ground.
Once again I was seeing
evidence of the miracle of Spring time.

I can’t help but think of the parallel in our lives. Winter seasons of our lives,
threaten our faith and endurance. We wonder if the joy of springtime will come again? Will we be able to rise up and leave winters past behind us?

There is One who promises that we can endure. We can pass that test.
We can rise up again and experience new beginnings that God promises for
those who love Him.

For those who believe, our hope lies in the God and Father of our LORD
Jesus Christ, and in His Promised Presence. He has promised He will never
leave nor forsake.

When sickness, death and loss shake our world; when doubts and fears raise their ugly heads; when the battlefield of our heart tempts us to question when we should trust, we need to remember the Lord is near.
He doesn’t leave us alone to fight our battles. He gets down in the trenches of our troubled hearts when we can no longer fight for ourselves. He fights for us and gives strength to climb out of the pit and teaches us to embrace rekindled hope and the new beginnings God promises.

The same God who planted seeds of new growth in the beginning,
(Genesis 1) also plants new seeds of hope in hearts that make room for Jesus.

May hope spring up in our hearts today, as we embrace the miracle of spring.

Winter is past, and the rains are over and gone. Flowers are springing up, and the season of singing has come.  Song of Songs sv. 2:11,12 NLT

Mama’s Table

Mama was Mrs. Southern
Hospitality personified! She
absolutely loved being in the
kitchen.No one made biscuits, 
coffee can bread or cornbread
any better, except her own mother. She taught her daughter well.

Southern fried chicken, stewed squash, sweet and sour meatballs, sloppy joes, chicken potpie, and chicken and dumplings; were but just a few of the delicious meals she loved to prepare for those fortunate enough to sit at her table.

Are you hungry yet?

Try adding pound cake, chocolate pudding, peach cobbler, coconut cake, or banana pudding for dessert. You have a fine southern home cooked meal!

Nothing could match sitting around mama’s table. What precious memories
those times were for our family and friends who lingered there, laughing and listening to the sounds of love.

Mama’s nurturing gift of love and hospitality blessed not only our family,
but countless others who dropped in at just the right moment. Seems like there was always room to squeeze in one more at her table, and when there were no places left? Well you were happy to take your plate to the living room or bedroom.

Her love followed you everywhere!

How grateful I am God gave me a glimpse of His table through my precious
mother. She went home to heaven years ago, leaving our family with a rich
legacy of faith, hope, and love. How we miss her, but we’ll see her again,
on that glad day when God calls His children home.

Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her. There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all. 
                                                 Proverbs 31:28-29 

Gifts Wrapped in Love

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God has placed all kinds of gifts in our lives. Some come wrapped in warmth and love. Others come in rough wrappings, waiting to be loved. The same love God wrapped us with when He sent His son

and forgave our sins.

The gifts I’m thinking of are those who come wrapped, not with paper butthe love of God. Husband, children, grandchildren, sisters, brother, friends, family. All gifts, each one beautifully formed in their mother’s womb and given the breath of life by our loving God and Creator.

Prayer: Thank you Lord for the gifts of life and love you place in our lives
everyday. Open the eyes of our heart to recognize and receive them as you
would. In the name of Jesus our Savior, we pray. Amen.