I put out a request to the contributors to this blog to write anything they wanted to about Mother’s Day. I thought it would be interesting to read how each related to the day and it certainly was, especially since two of our bloggers are sister and brother.
So let’s start our Mother’s Day Collage with a “Match the Mother to Child” game. Enter your answers in comments to win a digital copy of one of DiVoran Lites or Rebekah Lyn’s books. If we have multiple correct answers we will put your names in a drawing. You may also comment on Facebook under comments.
Moms and Bloggers
No.6
No.2
No. 1
No. 5
No. 4
No. 3
No. 8 Blogger
No.9 Blogger
No. 10 Blogger
No 11 Blogger
No. 7 Blogger
As an example in comments you would write: 1/7,2/8 etc. Good luck!!
Onisha
We hope you enjoy our Mother’s Day Collage. Choosing what to share brought back such memories and tears too. In her later years my mother told me “you will always miss your mother. I still miss mine” This surprised me since my grandmother had died many years earlier and she only saw her once a year on our family vacations. I understand that ache now. So I decided to share a poem from my mother. The date was 1964 and I was twelve years old
I said a prayer for you today
And Know God must have heard.
I felt the answer in my heart
Although he spoke no word!
I didn’t ask for wealth or fame
(I know you wouldn’t mind)
I asked that he be near you
At the start of each new day,
To grant you health and blessings
And friends to share your ways!
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small,
But it was for His loving care
I prayed for most of all.
Bill Lites
Thank You Mother
My mother was such a great influence and inspiration in my life. She taught me that God loved me and wanted to guide me every step of my life, if I would only ask Him. She taught me to be a gentleman in every area of my life. She taught me to learn all the details and to never take anything for granted. She taught me to always give the other person the benefit of the doubt, and to do to others as I would have them do to me. She taught me to be observant, to work hard and to be patient with others, and to always be kind and loving. She taught by example and there was never any question about her love, acceptance and forgiveness toward others and me.
Louise Gibson
Reflections
What does a Mother say to her children
At the end of her days-
Those she has loved in so many ways?
“Oh, what joy I felt in my heart
When I was informed that new life had its start!
Each of you was a blessing from above-
A gift of God, the symbol of love.
Each is unique, not one is the same.
You are loved for who you are, what you became.
Your talents are many-
Thank God for each one.
They will nurture your being
When the day is done.
God will supply the strength
To face each new day-
I will be with you in spirit
Every step of the way.”
I love you.
Mom
A quote from Max Lucado:
“God knows that we are only pilgrims and that
eternity is so close that any “Good-bye” is,
in reality, “See you tomorrow”.
THOUGHTS OF MY MOTHER ON MOTHER’S DAY 2013
Judy Wills
How do I describe my Mother? She was so unique in all her ways.
One of the most unique things is that she met, fell in love with, and married a man who was 20 years older than herself. And yet, the marriage was one that I hoped to emulate with my marriage. She created a loving and secure home for her husband and her children. She was heart-broken when her husband died.
She loved to sing and to play the piano. She had a great alto voice. She had a good ear and would just go and sit down at the piano and begin playing. I’m still frustrated that I can’t remember the names of the songs/hymns she played. My brother and I tried to remember them, and have them played at her funeral, but neither of us could remember.
She was a good cook. She made a pot roast that would just melt in your mouth. And that’s something I’ve never been able to duplicate. I never learned her technique. My Dad used to tease her by saying “this meat is no good – it just falls off the bone!” She made the best cherry pie. She made home-made peach jam from the peaches in our back yard.
One time, as she and I were sitting in the living room watching TV, we heard a terrible sound! We both ran to the kitchen – only to find that the pressure cooker had “blown” out the pressure valve and pinto beans were all over the ceiling! What a mess!
She had the most giving spirit I’ve ever seen. One morning, early, we were told that the husband of a friend of ours had died. He was a gun smith. He was carrying a rifle along his side, tripped over a rock, and essentially blew his head off. As soon as Mother heard that, she was in the car and over to that house. Not only did she comfort the widow, but she grabbed rags and bucket and began cleaning off the blood, bone and brains from the side of the house.
Although I suspect she would have loved to be a stay-at-home mom, she worked as an accountant at Kirtland AFB, to make money for “extra” things in our life. She bought a new piano for our house. But one of the best things about her working there, was that she would find young military personnel – usually men – who were away from home and homesick, and bring them to church with us on a Sunday, then home to Sunday dinner. She kept in contact with many of them throughout her time there. One time she broke her ankle and couldn’t climb the steps to her office upstairs. The officials were so insistent that she not “retire” that they placed a desk and lamp under the stairway just for her. They really liked her work.
When my Dad retired and money was tight, Mother bought a Merle Norman Cosmetic Studio, trained for the job, and set to work. She had a really good, strong work ethic.
Oh my………so many more memories, but these fill my heart and mind.
I miss her still.
May 12, 2013, My Fifty-First Mother’s Day
DiVoran Lites
“Mom, how do you feel?”
“Fine.”
“But really, How are you doing?”
“Divine:”
My hair is gray, my socks fall down,
And I’m not going out of town,
And I must say, I forget some things,
But what matters is: my heart has wings.
I hope you enjoyed reading out Mother’s Day collage. We all view our mothers and Mother’s Day with our own unique perspective and I love that.
For those who read to the bottom, here is a clue. There is one more picture than there are bloggers! Don’t forget to write your matches in comments here or on the Facebook post.
Happy Mothers Day
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the cows out to pasture in the mornings and round them up back to the barn for milking in the evenings. I even tried my hand at milking, but never really got the hang of the technique.
where the snake had swallowed a couple of the glass eggs, making bulges along its length. My uncle grabbed the snake by the tail, swinging it around over his head like a bullwhip, and then snapping its head off in a motion like cracking a whip. Yuk, what a mess! Egg yolk went everywhere. Then, after the snake finally stopped squirming, he retrieved the glass eggs and washed them off to use again.
time. We were having a ball in my uncle’s pond when I swallowed a mouthful of water and my chaw of tobacco. Later that evening, my mother kept wondering why I felt sick to my stomach.
Amazingly, if everything was fit together tightly, and your aim was any good, this homemade rifle could put a marble through both sides of a 1-gallon can at short range! Pretty scary when you think about 7-10 year olds doing something like that. Of course, our parents had no idea we were playing with anything this dangerous, or we would have been in BIG trouble.
Old Things R New 