Originally Posted by Falla39 (Post 108785)

Bro. Chosenbyone,

I had already been reflecting on what I would say about what Mother's

Day means to me. How do you even began to express in words what

Mother's Day means, but I have asked JESUS to help me with it!! How

do you express the love of a mother who was willing to go the distance

to bring not only me, but ten other siblings into this world. She went

through the pain and travail of giving birth eleven times within twenty

years. She loved her husband, her children, her grandchildren and they

all knew and felt her love for each of them. Being the oldest daughter

I remember the days of her carrying her "burdens" to term. Very patient

and gentle, never once did I ever hear her complain about carrying her

babies. She nurtured and carried them with patience. She never worked

a day of her married life on a public job. Her husband knew that his part

in the family was to provide for them. She was to care and nurture them

and make sure they were safe in their home. It was not an easy job for

either of them. But guess what!! Those burdens they bore with patience,

when matured, became their blessings in their later years. They were be-

loved and valued until their going home.

Mother's Day 1998 found her eleven children in a waiting room in a hospital

in a Dallas suburb. She had turned suddenly two days before and lost her

balance and fell, breaking her femur. On Mother's Day, the orthapedic

surgeon installed a stainless steel rod in her leg. Mom had never been in a

hospital except to visit someone else. She had her children at home, with a

mid-wife, trusting in her God. He never let her down. She never lived to see

the death of one of her children. We eleven gather together, with our families

each Memorial Day to honor our parents. We started doing this after Mom

went Home! Mom lived until just after Mother's Day 1999. A younger brother

went with a group to Israel eleven days before her Homegoing. The doctors

and nurses could not believe she lived that eleven days until John got home

from Israel. He came to her bedside, kissed her and told her he loved her.

We didn't hear her say a word for several days prior, but after John got home

and we all sung in her hospital room that night, less than an hour after we

all left, except for two brothers and their wives and a granddaughter, who

were staying the night, she slipped away. Momma knew when all the children

were in!! Then she could rest!! She and Dad could not rest when we children

were out at night. They spent the time in prayer for us. It paid off!

She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely, and always walk the shining
gospel way. So trusting still His love I seek that home above, Where I
shall meet my Mother some glad day.

If I could hear my Mother pray again. If I could hear her tender voice as
then. So glad I would be, would mean so much to me. If I could hear my
Mother pray again.

Her work on earth is done, the life-crown has been won. And she will
be at rest with Him above. And some glad morning she, I know will welcome
me, To that eternal home of peace and love.

Mom, If in heaven's grandstands you see me today, I want you to know

that I have risen up and called you blessed!

Your eldest daughter, Nancy


Falla39

Originally Posted by chosenbyone (Post 109204)

I have so much enjoyed reading what all of you have shared on this thread. I have read every story and have wept reading about what your mothers have meant to you.

There is something that happens to a person when you face your own mortality. Life seems so much precious to me at this point. For many years, I was estranged from my mother and it was the major source of sadness that blanketed my life. I looked at holidays as nothing but a sad reminder of my loses. I dreaded each and every one for I would spiral into a depression time and time again.

Mother's Day in particular was very painful for it only reminded me of my mother's rejection. As a child, being rejected by your mother, I would say is one of the most damaging things that could happen. I had some great women in my life that helped raise me, but they weren't my momma.

In late 1990, I moved back to Texas determined to find my momma. She had remarried and didn't have anything to do with her family, which made the search that more difficult. But God was good and faithful to me and after nearly a year of searching for my momma, I found myself face to face with her. It was something I always wanted, but reality brought a different reunion than I had dreamed.

There were many hurdles that made it difficult for us, but we persevered and the walls that prevented us from sharing our lives slowly began to crumble.

I can't say that we ever got to the point of the mother-son bond that I've witnessed in others, but we were friends and I was her confidant. The cruel twist of fate was the day my mother confirmed to me that she had early onset of dementia. I was there for her and watched as she slowly became just a shell of a person. I remember as the disease progressed that I got so angry with God that after all those years of not having my momma that He would allow this to happen.

It was one of the most difficult things to go through...losing my momma once again. I haven't seen my momma in almost two years now. The last time I saw her it broke my heart for there wasn't anytime during that visit that she recognized me. Before during my visits, I always would hold her and talk to her waiting for just that small space in time that I could see the fog lift from her eyes long enough for her to know that her son was loving her. What I want most while I'm living is for my momma to once again know me and to know that I love her.

Tomorrow, my momma will turn 67 years old and I plan on driving up to Trinity to see my momma. There is a sense that I may not see my momma again for my health is failing. I know that God can heal me on this earth, but if by chance He doesn't, I need to see her.

My desire is to see my momma and for her to see me one more time. Momma never excepted the plan of salvation though I tried many times to win her to Christ. I don't know where my momma will spend eternity, but tomorrow I just want one minute to hear her tell me she loves me.

Thank you all for sharing such beautiful reflections and stories about your mothers for it has given me the strength and determination to see my momma again. I can say that I had several good years with my momma and for that I am so thankful.

I love you all and appreciate each and every one of you. Enjoy and treasure your mothers this Mother's Day.


chosen.

Originally Posted by LadyCoonskinner (Post 109616)

Oh my goodness, what can you say to a post like this?

Sis. Falla, you are a woman after God's own heart. You are an encouragement to all mothers everywhere, to have the same sweet and and holy attitude that you do.

You are a true example of a Godly woman.

May God richly bless you and yours.

Originally Posted by Falla39 (Post 108785)

Bro. Chosenbyone,

I had already been reflecting on what I would say about what Mother's

Day means to me. How do you even began to express in words what

Mother's Day means, but I have asked JESUS to help me with it!! How

do you express the love of a mother who was willing to go the distance

to bring not only me, but ten other siblings into this world. She went

through the pain and travail of giving birth eleven times within twenty

years. She loved her husband, her children, her grandchildren and they

all knew and felt her love for each of them. Being the oldest daughter

I remember the days of her carrying her "burdens" to term. Very patient

and gentle, never once did I ever hear her complain about carrying her

babies. She nurtured and carried them with patience. She never worked

a day of her married life on a public job. Her husband knew that his part

in the family was to provide for them. She was to care and nurture them

and make sure they were safe in their home. It was not an easy job for

either of them. But guess what!! Those burdens they bore with patience,

when matured, became their blessings in their later years. They were be-

loved and valued until their going home.

Mother's Day 1998 found her eleven children in a waiting room in a hospital

in a Dallas suburb. She had turned suddenly two days before and lost her

balance and fell, breaking her femur. On Mother's Day, the orthapedic

surgeon installed a stainless steel rod in her leg. Mom had never been in a

hospital except to visit someone else. She had her children at home, with a

mid-wife, trusting in her God. He never let her down. She never lived to see

the death of one of her children. We eleven gather together, with our families

each Memorial Day to honor our parents. We started doing this after Mom

went Home! Mom lived until just after Mother's Day 1999. A younger brother

went with a group to Israel eleven days before her Homegoing. The doctors

and nurses could not believe she lived that eleven days until John got home

from Israel. He came to her bedside, kissed her and told her he loved her.

We didn't hear her say a word for several days prior, but after John got home

and we all sung in her hospital room that night, less than an hour after we

all left, except for two brothers and their wives and a granddaughter, who

were staying the night, she slipped away. Momma knew when all the children

were in!! Then she could rest!! She and Dad could not rest when we children

were out at night. They spent the time in prayer for us. It paid off!

She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely, and always walk the shining
gospel way. So trusting still His love I seek that home above, Where I
shall meet my Mother some glad day.

If I could hear my Mother pray again. If I could hear her tender voice as
then. So glad I would be, would mean so much to me. If I could hear my
Mother pray again.

Her work on earth is done, the life-crown has been won. And she will
be at rest with Him above. And some glad morning she, I know will welcome
me, To that eternal home of peace and love.

http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l7...FallaMomma.jpg

Mom, If in heaven's grandstands you see me today, I want you to know

that I have risen up and called you blessed!

Your eldest daughter, Nancy


Falla39

Originally Posted by crakjak (Post 111177)

I join you sister, Mom you are blessed and we will see you some wonderful day.

Originally Posted by Pianoman (Post 111655)

Reading this thread reminded me of a story that Landy Gardner told me once about his mom.

After the kids were in their beds, his mom would pray for them by the heating/AC vent because she knew that they would hear her prayer in their rooms from their vents.

Anyways, she would pray real loud and ask God to take her kids on to glory if they weren't going to live for God. Landy told me he was scared to not live for God for many years, thinking he might die otherwise! ha!

Today, his two twin sisters are both lesbians! :eek: