no one will willingly wear socks and shoes. . .
not on our farm.
Sunday is coming, and it will be a day that we will honour our mothers.
For some of us, we will be reminded of Mother's Days from years ago when we arrived at church and pinned a red flower on our lapel.
My Dad wore a red one to honour his step mother. . .
and a white one to honour his mother who had passed away when I was a baby.
Really .. .he should have worn a third. . . his birth mother died at birth.
Three women who loved him. . .and who he loved in return.
This Sunday, I'll first think of my mother,
who loved me. . .
who I love still. . and who I am so thankful for.
I'll thank God for my mom-by-love who raised the man I love dearly.
She is now a great grandma and will impact these little children by her prayers and her love.
I'll thank God that I have been blessed to be a mother.
The older I get. . .the more I understand becoming a mother to be a miracle.
The two little boys that we raised have been such a blessing in my life. . .
and continue to be a blessing. . .
This year I have a new status. . .
it is my first year as a grammie.
I am so thankful for these two precious grandchildren.
I'll thank God that I am blessed to a chance to love these two little children.
I'm so thankful for the gift of being able to speak love into their lives. .. .
may God give me wisdom to do this right.
I'll thank God for my daughters-by-love.
I'll thank God that they have been blessed to be mothers.
I'll thank God that my grand babies know what it is to be loved by a mother.
Each day I spend being a mom and a grammie is a gift. . .
I pray that I use this gift to honour the One who gave it.
This Mother's Day .. .
remember . .. .
what matters most.