“Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies…. Strength and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness…. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her” (Proverbs 31: 10,25-28).
I am thankful for a mother who loved us and the Lord with all of her heart, soul, mind, and strength. Our lives had challenges while we were growing up, but we could always depend on our mother being there through the good and the bad times. I can’t recall even one time that she complained about her life, and she made sure to keep her emotions in check when she was with others. She knew how to find happiness in life when others focused on the bad, she always found the good and positive side of things. If the electricity was shut off, she made sure that we stay occupied with making shadow rabbits, with our hands in the lantern light.
If the washing machine was broke down, we made a game out of being a human washing machine. We would fill the tub with dirty clothes and soapy water, and get in. We marched up and down on the clothes and became like a human agitator. I never felt deprived; instead I learned to love life and to make the best of every situation.
Meals were not always steak and potatoes, but we never went hungry.
I know that Mama’s prayers are why I am living for the Lord, today. The following poem is anonymous: A Mother’s Prayer
The things I never told you I’d like to tell you now;
Of feelings held contentedly inside my heart to swell;
Of thoughts and dreams, wants and happiness too;
A Mother’s prayer to finally share with you.
Lord, govern their lives as you have mine,
Touch them with Your sweet divine,
Make them happy, guide their paths,
Tickle their funny bones, let me hear their laughs.
Dry the tears sliding down their faces,
Hold their hands when the love heart races,
Make them stand tall when the burdens are great,
Prepare them to carry the loads of fate.
Heal the hurts and sufferings of the spirit,
Make them listen until they hear it;
That sweet song of yours that will touch their soul
And carry them forward until they are old.
Lord, let them see the meaning of life,
Protect them from the evils of strife,
Gently guide them in the path of your ways,
I pray, Lord, I pray for them everyday.
I know, Lord, that I fell short many times;
In my guidance as “Mom” there were crimes,
Times that I failed to help them see
The beauty that you have bestowed around me.
Take their hands and lead them forward
Give them strength to avoid the coward
And evil ones that lurk about
Waiting to swallow them up and shout
The conquest of their gentle soul
Provide them the coin to pass the toll.
Please make things right, Lord, once again
To help them to see the meaning of friend
And loved ones that hold them close to the heart
With a Mother that loves them, never apart.
In this week’s Lattereign we are Celebrating Mothers.
“It is the spirit that quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life” (John 6:63).
“And whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, that will I do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If ye shall ask anything in my name, I will do it” (John 14:13-14).