Ummm....not sure. Jeff has that list, not me. If not, she needs to right away. I know that 20 people have paid the fifty dollars so far, so that's a great group.

So if she hasn't paid, it's not too late? Can she get it in Sunday if she hasn't already? Who is Jeff? Does she know him?

My MOM went to be with the Lord in 1994. She was a faithful saint of God. She was a praying woman, always ready to go to church until the dreadful disease of Alzheimer's made her unable to do so. She was faithful until the end always teaching sunday school and leading singing in our home church. She was a great lady who taught her children well, always living what she taught. Even though she has been gone all these years I still miss her and love her very much.

Thanks OP for starting this thread.

I don't think I have spoken much of my blessed mother in any of these forums but I want to give honor to her memory now.

If there was anything that my mother can be remembered for more than anything else is her PRAYING.

Gladys Strange could hit her knees and have heaven in an earthquake in nothing flat. The woman knew how to jar the throne of God and get an answer. She was also a fasting woman. I once saw her go on a 21 day fast with nothing but water, praying all day long for a dead church that had little hope. Before her fasting was over, the church was inundated with souls praying through to a lively hope.

In the days before I was born, people were so modest that they would not talk openly of private things as they do today. Mother was already "heavy with child," (me) and I was due to be born shortly. However, my mother went privately to her mother and secretly confided in her that she had not felt me move in her. Grandmother Pugh assured her that since she was so close to delivery time that I should be moving about.

With heaviness of heart, mother went behind the corncrib to pray. It was not long before she had knocked a big hole in the clouds. The power of God began streaming down out of glory. She said that the last thing that she remembered was a big ball of fire came together in the heaven and swept down upon her and completely engulfed her. This happened to her three times.

Mother was very athletic. She said that when she finally came to herself, she was springing high into the air. Finally after that, she felt something going on inside of her. She said that I was leaping, jumping, kicking and carrying on until she almost could not stand it anymore.

I often wondered if it were possible for anyone could receive the Holy Ghost in their mother womb. I can testify that when I spoke in tongues for the first time, at the age of seven, I felt no differently than I had always felt all of my life.

I bless the memory of my sainted mother who now waits for me just beyond the veil. It is her prayers that kept me secure with a covering all of my life. I am never discouraged. I am never depressed. I am never cast down. I am never in doubt. It is because of the strength of a godly, holy, praying mother than transfered into me the strength, confidence and boldness that is born of heaven. She gave it to me.

A woman said to me not long ago, "When you walked out on the platform, I never saw anyone who carried themself with such a powerful air of confidence." My thoughts immediately went to my mother. She had it. She had it. She had it. I am only the recipeint of her bold godliness.

I think that I need to post the testimony of how God raised this great woman of faith from a bed that the doctors said she would never rise up from. It has been a blessing to many people.

Happy mother's day, OP and all of you on this forum. You are blessed to have had a mother that walked with the same God that Abraham walked with.

My mother was a gentle, loving, caring lady. She never let me down. She was the best. I miss her terribly!

Here is the tribute I put together for Mothers Day Last Year.

I will post right after this the poem I wrote for her that I read at her funeral.....

I will not enjoy tonight........I have to get ready to preach my second Mothers Day without Mom and I dread it........


A Tribute to My Mother by Pastor James Renfro Jr.:

Today will be the forty-third time that I have been in the House of the Lord to celebrate Mother’s Day. For forty-two of those forty-three years I have been able to walk down the hall, pick up the phone or make the drive and tell my mother Happy Mother’s Day. Today however it is different, this afternoon I will make the drive of a little over an hour and go to the peaceful place where my mother waits for the eastern sky to split and the trumpet of the Lord to sound. We will cry and we will remember.

What do I remember most? The thing that I remember most is my mother. Now I realize that this may not be the answer that you look for, but see when I say I remember my mother I am really saying that I remember The grip of the hand while we are in prayer, I can feel it now. The rod of correction, it seems that I can still feel it at times. The courage to face up to failure and when others would turn their back and run and hide, I watched as my Mother stood and looked the powers of hell and their intimidating force right square in the eye and then back them down with the help of the Lord. The way she laughed when she would remember the same thing that was funny years ago, she still had that humor in her life.

That list can go on for a little while, but when you say Mother to me, these are the things that I remember.

Thanks Mom for being a great mother, Nanna and friend to this family. We miss you everyday and especially today. WiT we will see you again.

Rest on Mom, you earned it.

Jimbo

JR,

Too cool!

Thanks for sharing both of those with us. I tried to find the tears pouring out smilie........

What can one say, Tina......this is truly one of the most unselfish examples of love I have ever heard.