Saturday, May 11, 2013

Happy Mothers Day!

   I miss my dear mother daily. I tell so many stories about her. She worked hard. There was 7 of us kids and we lived on a farm. Lots of cooking, cleaning and washing, I am sure none of us told her enough that we were grateful and loved her, I do remember getting and giving hugs, especially when I was a youngin. My mother taught me a lot of things. One thing I have always remembered  was, to be a gracious host. We often had company, most often ate in the kitchen. But, we always had a fine table and treated our guest with respect and much love. Sent them home with left overs, home made treats and flowers from the garden. My mother always had a centerpiece. She was very creative and that has since worn off on me. I remember some of the things she would do, like dig up wild violets from the yard and put them in pretty china cups. After the dinner they would go back to the yard to grow and bloom again .
   My mother was very much religious. I no so much. Not that I am proud of it, but it is how I have grown o live. No excuse, just reality. I grew up in the Southern Baptist Church. We had Sunday school and sermon on Sunday morning. Training Union and sermon on Sunday nights. There was pray meetings on Wednesdays night. I often would go to bible drills where we learned to find bible verses and complete with others.It not only made you know the bible, but also be social with other Christians. My mother learned she had cancer. It was bad. She took the news hard. She just could not understand why God had done this to her. It was one of the hardest and saddest moments of my life. I had to pull out all the faith I had ever known. I told my dear, sweet, dying Mom, it was not the Lord doing this. It was the old devil trying to test her. She smiled and said I was right. A few minutes latter she had gone to the Lord she loved so much. And I just set there crying. I hope I said the right thing and some how made her passing a little easier.
    I know none of us are perfect. Some of my siblings would say my mother was not. I guess I could say that for some things as well. But, she was my mother, the one and only and I loved her and miss her very much. I think Mothers day is a good thing. With out the love and devotion we get from our Mothers, life could be a tough place.
   If you have your  Mother, be sure and make an effort to tell her you love her, appreciate her and how special and beautiful she is.  It doesn't have to be in the form of an expensive present, maybe just a hug. If your Mother is gone, like mine, take a few minutes, close your eyes and look for that beautiful face. I just know my Mother is in Heaven by the God she loved so much. I just hope I might get to see her again someday and tell her once more that I love her,
   Happy Mothers day out there, Come by anytime for a tour. I will always leave the lights on and Sissy will meet you with a jump and a kiss.