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Originally Posted by chosenbyone
Sis Falla39,
Tell me about one of your favorite Mother's Day and what you'll be doing this weekend.
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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
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