Saturday, February 14, 2004
MY TRIBUTE TO MOM
Most people love their own mothers and most mothers love their children. Sadly it is not always true. John and others like him are employed to fix people who were not loved and who cannot love.
We were made to love. Since I am a Christian I believe we were created by God and given the choice to love or not. It’s a simple plan. God only gave ten commandments to help this work. Medically, socially, culturally and legally we find His plan is valid. God won’t, John can’t and other knowledgeable people can not make us love. It’s one of the intangibles that must come from within. For most of us we are shown love through our parents. If we are fortunate we get a good deal of information about right and wrong. Children learn best through the actions of those around them.
Mom was not permissive nor passive. She had strength to wait out a lot of problems. When others lit up the stage she was on the sidelines. Mom didn’t envy anyone or covet what they had and though she had very little she was content. Our dining room linoleum was so worn the pattern was gone but for the most part it never mattered.
She could sit on a broken chair in an old faded “house dress” reading poems out of a weekly paper and rise above her surroundings. Is she to be pitied? Never. Mom reached for the sky………and touched God’s face.
Journey’s End
For every hill I’ve had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song -
These were the things that made me strong!
For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!
‘Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate man’s will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man’s will alive.
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.
Taken from one of the poems she saved.
Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther
We were made to love. Since I am a Christian I believe we were created by God and given the choice to love or not. It’s a simple plan. God only gave ten commandments to help this work. Medically, socially, culturally and legally we find His plan is valid. God won’t, John can’t and other knowledgeable people can not make us love. It’s one of the intangibles that must come from within. For most of us we are shown love through our parents. If we are fortunate we get a good deal of information about right and wrong. Children learn best through the actions of those around them.
Mom was not permissive nor passive. She had strength to wait out a lot of problems. When others lit up the stage she was on the sidelines. Mom didn’t envy anyone or covet what they had and though she had very little she was content. Our dining room linoleum was so worn the pattern was gone but for the most part it never mattered.
She could sit on a broken chair in an old faded “house dress” reading poems out of a weekly paper and rise above her surroundings. Is she to be pitied? Never. Mom reached for the sky………and touched God’s face.
Journey’s End
For every hill I’ve had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song -
These were the things that made me strong!
For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!
‘Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate man’s will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man’s will alive.
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.
Taken from one of the poems she saved.
Until tomorrow,
Essentially Esther
