Mother’s Birthday
My mother is having a birthday this week. It’s not just any birthday but her 94th. I definitely realize how lucky I am to still have her in my life.
The role of a mother begins long before you give birth…it is formed in your heart first when you know you want to be a part of the ongoing process of life. Then, at that momentous second you give birth, few are prepared for how huge the job becomes! The little things of nurturing that child, teaching that child, loving that child, then letting that child go when the time comes for freedom.
That, to me, is the test of any mother’s love…can you let them go?
My mother did all those things for me: loved me, cared for me, taught me, and then…she let me go.
I am well into retirement age now, but my mother still seems young to me. She has two beautiful and smart daughters, 3 fantastic grandchildren, and 4 loving great-grandchildren.
Some of her greatest exhibits of strength have come in these later years. She was married over thirty years ago to her friend and lover. Nearly two years ago she lost him tragically. The way she has handled that great loss is exemplary not just to me as her daughter…but to the grandchildren and adult great-grandchildren. We all pulled together to help her, and it seems, in the long run she helped us through the tragedy.
About twenty years ago, she began her technology training when her husband said, “let’s get you a computer.” She didn’t know if she could learn that but today she is a prolific e-mailer, a web surfer and finds more things on the internet than anyone else can!
What can I say to my mother I haven’t said in my 60+ years? Perhaps I’ll give her the greatest compliment possible. I’ve learned to be a mother by watching her. She is my greatest strength and role model.
Mother, God is giving our family a present this year—to share another birthday with you! Happy Birthday!
The future is the past through another gate.
Arnold H. Glasgow
Wintertime
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
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A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
George Moore
Thanksgiving All Year
Have you recently heard someone say, “At least Thanksgiving is over.” I did and was puzzled at first and then sad to think that a person does not or cannot find any other day of the year to say “thanks” or give “thanks” or count their blessings.
Did you let such an opportunity pass by? So many times I should have said those words. We often fail to express our gratitude to God or one another. God provides people on this earth to direct us to certain experiences which by that very experience should emit from our mouth those simple words: THANK YOU or THANK GOD or just THANKS.
Is the giving of thanks over? I know it’s been a week since many of us gathered around the table and ate our fancy turkey or garnished ham and stuffed ourselves with Gramma’s great pumpkin or pecan pie. And who brought that mouth-watering salad and dressing? Was that you, Auntie?
It’s such a simple concept to stay in the mood of thankfulness and gratitude, but we try so hard to get it over and move to the next busy thing—the next advertised holiday—or the next crisis (the kind we often make for ourselves).
If we were to stop here at the time of Thanksgiving and vow to make it a year-long holiday, perhaps we could carry that feeling through the days, months and years. Shouldn’t it be about more than eating that pumpkin pie and watching the football game?
Lord, help me to thank you for all you have done for me and given me and blessed me with BEFORE I ask you for something else—before I start wanting more things. Let me ponder on the miraculous things you have given me to ease my journey along this road of life—the most selfless gift you could give—Your Son for My Sin. Amen – (vh)
“Thankfulness creates gratitude which
generates contentment that causes peace.”
― Todd Stocker
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