March 11, 2005
Dear Mom,
It is hard for me to believe that you're going to be eighty...I don't even want to think about it, Mom. I just want to tell you how much I love you and that your presence in my life is such a blessing. What a gift the Lord gave me when he gave me you. There really aren't words...your example to me over the years has been an inspiration and has led me down many right paths.
As I get older I understand more and more the impact that parents have on their childrens' lives. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you have taught me and are still teaching me. My life is a reflection of the Lord and His faithfulness but you, Mom, taught me about HIM.
"You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.--Deuteronomy 6:7
Thank you for your steadfastness and faithfulness over the years...even when I sorely disappointed you. What a blessing that the Lord included this verse in Romans...
And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.--Romans 8:28
Most of all Mom thank you for teaching me how to be a mother...How to love my children...Each one of my girls is such a blessing from God and a wonderful tribute to all that you taught me. Mom, I receive so many compliments on my girls...the glory truly goes to the Lord and to you for showing me how.
My life is a reflection of the values that both you and Dad instilled in me at a young age...thank you for your love, compassion, discipline...and, of course, all the hard work. (Smile)
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her:--Proverbs 31:28
Dad...I don't want you to feel left out...your steadfastness, strength, kindness and protection enabled me to have the stability necessary to raise my girls and to choose a man who shares the same values. I love you, Dad.
Psalm 127
Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To sit up late,
To eat the bread of sorrows;
For so He gives His beloved sleep.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.
“The Lord bless you and keep you;
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.”’--Numbers 6:24-26
from my journal:
The Lord make His face shine upon you,
And be gracious to you;
The Lord lift up His countenance upon you,
And give you peace.”’--Numbers 6:24-26
from my journal:
I miss you Mom and am grateful for my conversation with you last Mother's Day...Here is what I wrote in my journal about it that day:
"Woke my mom up on Mother's Day and of course she LOVED it. As I spoke to her I was thinking that it might be the last time I could wish her a Happy Mother's Day on this earth...which made me choke up during my prayer for her but by God's grace I made it through. Just before I got off the phone she told me how much she loved me and how good I had been to her and to Daddy. What a blessing from the Lord for both her and me to have been given a small window of clarity and coherence at 7:45 this morning. God is good."
This is the journal entry I made after seeing my mom for the last time this past November...
"Spent some time with my mom today who, from what we are told, is very near the end of her life this side of heaven. The one word that I would use to describe her demeanor would be GRACIOUS. She was in death as I remember her in life....forever and always gracious to everyone AND when I grow up I want to be just like her."
"Woke my mom up on Mother's Day and of course she LOVED it. As I spoke to her I was thinking that it might be the last time I could wish her a Happy Mother's Day on this earth...which made me choke up during my prayer for her but by God's grace I made it through. Just before I got off the phone she told me how much she loved me and how good I had been to her and to Daddy. What a blessing from the Lord for both her and me to have been given a small window of clarity and coherence at 7:45 this morning. God is good."
This is the journal entry I made after seeing my mom for the last time this past November...
"Spent some time with my mom today who, from what we are told, is very near the end of her life this side of heaven. The one word that I would use to describe her demeanor would be GRACIOUS. She was in death as I remember her in life....forever and always gracious to everyone AND when I grow up I want to be just like her."