Dear Mama,
I want you to know that no matter what season of motherhood you are in, that you are loved and appreciated right where you are. I know this time in our lives can often feel lonely, exhausting and mundane. When you feel as if no one notices all that your hands touch each day, the words of correction and love spoken, the countless hours pouring over lesson plans and curriculum building, the noses wiped, or the knees bandaged, know that God sees. He sees it all, and He wants you to know that you are a good mama. He has given you the tools and equipped you with all that you need.
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She woke up before the sun peeked through they sky each morning, being careful not to wake us up. In the darkness of the early morning she would peek into our rooms, tip toeing in to lay a kiss on our cheeks before slipping out until the sun would set again on most days.
My mother was fortunate to stay home with us until I was in grade school. But out of necessity, she chose to enter the workforce so that she could contribute to the family income. My father, who immigrated from Mexico, was a chef at a restaurant and money was extremely tight as he would often work 2-3 jobs just to make ends meet.
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As my fingers start to move across the keyboard, my eyes are filled with tears but there’s still a smile on my face. That’s what happens when I think about my mom.
It’s been five years since I’ve been able to celebrate Mother’s Day with her, and I still miss her like crazy.
My mom, like so many moms, was chauffeur, cook, housekeeper, laundress, counselor, painter (walls as well as canvas), gardener, nurse, teacher, party planner, nutritionist, beautician, and decorator. She was also a fabulous hostess, a voracious reader, and a talented seamstress. She could even shoot straight and scare away those critters brave enough to invade her garden and munch on her labors.
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Mother’s day has always been a very emotional day for me personally, a day to celebrate this beautiful calling of being a mother and also a day of mourning the absence of my own mother. My mother passed away when I was only 11 years old, she was a beautiful woman and I loved her deeply but she wasn’t perfect and she was far from a godly example of what a mother should be but she was none the less my mother.
Over the last month I have wrestled with my own heart and my own experience with my mother, digging around in this 32 year old wounded and confused heart of mine for some kind of beauty and truth to share with your mother’s heart today but the deeper I dug, the dirtier and darker the soil prooved to be.
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“Those persons who know the deep peace of God,
the unfathomable peace that passeth all understanding,
are always men and women of much prayer.” R.A. Torrey
Their house was an extension of home. A peace-filled place where I could easily slip in to their predictable everyday like I belonged. Because they made sure I did.
Routines often brought them to their matching rosewood rockers. Her work-softened hands were always busy, even while sitting. And she would rock in tune to what my Great-Grandpa was singing/humming across the way.
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Written on
April 25, 2013 by
Mary in
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I have a Godly mom from whom I’ve learned so much about life and faith. But I’ve also been blessed to have a “second mom” who filled in when my mom couldn’t be there and taught me things that only she could.
What started as a friendship with her daughters when my family moved to a new town in my senior year of high school turned into gaining a second family. I don’t have all the photographs, but the snapshots in my memory are filled with pictures of “Mom” Keller.
For a period of time I spent more Thanksgivings with the Keller family than I did my own when I wasn’t able to leave town because of work.
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When I think about my mom, the thing that comes to mind first is that she is a worshiper of Jesus. She was involved in leading worship at our church since I was very small. I spent many a Thursday night worship practice running up and down the aisles of the church sanctuary, hiding underneath pews, and exploring every nook and cranny of the building to the chagrin of the church custodian. As I grew older I served on my mom’s worship teams playing both flute and piano, singing, and eventually leading worship under her leadership and encouragement.
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Written on
April 21, 2013 by
Dawn in
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“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving you.” (Exodus 12:20)
I remember the day I discovered the real Jesus. The One who actually had something to tell me and it started with “I have loved you with an everlasting love.” I was as excited as a child who had discovered a mountain of chocolate with a sign stuck in it instructing “Eat as much as you want” ! In the excitement of my new-found faith I rushed to tell my mom, who with tears streaming down her face, along with confusion, tried to understand what happened to her wild, rebellious, zealous daughter.
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