concerning Mother's Day.
Many dread this day, for many reasons. We know them all.
We've only to look around us and listen to the many stories of heartbreak.
Without even trying I can think of five people who won't be able to say what I say and it makes me reticent to share my thoughts.
I know I am very blessed and in turn my desire is to bless others.
If Mother's Day is a happy day for you, be thankful.
I am thankful for a mom who married the man she loved and stayed married to him. She knew that her promise was in fact forever and not until love died. Love did not die.
I am thankful for a mom who taught me to love Jesus. She lived out her faith as best as she could. She wasn't perfect and never thought that she was.
I am thankful that she loved me with a love so palpable and protective that even in her dying breath she said she was sorry that I had to watch her die.
I am thankful that she sewed and mended so that I could be properly dressed even when we were what in today's standard in North America . . .is considered poor.
I am thankful that she cooked proper meals (oh . . the pots of potatoes she must have peeled).
I am thankful that she loved our children. She was such a wonderful Grandmother.
I am thankful that she minded her own business. Terry and I can rarely remember a time that she tried to interfere in our marriage. (wise woman) She taught me so much about leaving and cleaving and I admire her wisdom.
I am thankful that she respected my husband and trusted him even when I got married at 19.
I am thankful that she prayed every day of her life, (of that I am certain) for me.
At a relatively young age I was blessed with another mom. Terry's Mom has been my other mom longer than she hasn't been. She was 42 when we got married. My mom was 56.
I was shocked when I saw her for the first time, it had never occurred to me that she might be so young. She has been a mom that has used her energy to be helpful at every opportunity.
Her love language is acts of kindness. (so is her son's)
She has always been willing to help us and now often her grandchildren.
Every Christmas she bakes up a storm of cookies.
She bakes peppermint cookies, and butter tarts and all sorts of delectable treats.
She has always been willing to make hot dog relish, or a batch of jam, or whatever else she finds out we need or want.
Just last week, Terrence showed up with a heap of loose change. Mom dragged it around town until she found a bank that had a change machine and then she paid the fee so that her grandson wouldn't be gypped out of one cent.
I still remember coming home from the hospital to clean sheets after the birth of our first son. She had stripped the bed including the mattress cover and pillow protectors
taken them home, washed them, hung them out to dry and then made the bed just perfectly.
She has said many many times . ."Can I do something? . ..I don't mind helping"
She said that not 10 minutes ago concerning Mother's Day brunch tomorrow.
Our lives are a journey with many changes.
Women are such a vital part of other women's lives.
We need each other.
When I look at what I have, I see how God has in His wisdom has given me all that I need.
I have a wonderful mother by love.
I have two darling daughters by love.
I have sister in laws who mean the world to me.
I have nieces that are close to my heart.
I have aunts that have shown me such love.
I have friends that listen to me and understand my heart and love me regardless.
God has given me more than I could have ever dreamt.
Those of you that know me, know . . . that as I write this, I have thought of you and have thanked God for the blessing you have been in my life.
To all the women in my life, I love you . . .Thank you.
Have a wonderful weekend.