It never ceases to amaze me how the chapters of this novel called “Life”, can end in sorrow and the fear of uncertainty, yet a new chapter begin with renewed faith and hope. Sounds proverbial, doesn’t it? Yeh, well, all I want to say is my spirit is always lifted after one door is seemingly slammed shut, by another door opening into an even bigger room than the one before. The challenge is always to fill the bigger room with the good things of ones life, working harder than ever before developing character worthy of the move forward. As noted a few weeks back, one of our local newspapers closed its doors after 100+ years, leaving my column out in the cold and its readers in limbo. I want to acknowledge the Wilson County News and especially editor Elaine Kolodziej, thanking her for taking a chance on me and finding space for this column. I hope to fulfill her expectations and look forward to being a part of WCN for a long time to come.
I’d like to take a little time to write about mothers. We’ve all got one, but I guess you knew that already. If we were to examine the pages of her life, we would probably find little dried out memorabilia’s pressed flat between pages. We’ll most likely find a few stain-wrinkled pages here and there, that had at one time, been tear soaked. As her life was transcribed in beautiful elegant script, I know we’d find short hand-written annotations in the margin of most pages, noting precious one time moments in her life, that seemed to have flashed by everyone else unnoticed, but meant so much to her. We’d find she spent much time in prayer for the safety of her children and her home. She also prayed for the guidance and wisdom of her spouse. It has been said, ”...the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”. We have had the greatest impact on our mother’s life and she has also had the greatest impact on our life. Pray for your mom. She loves you.
While waiting in the checkout line at the supermarket, a young man noticed an elderly woman struggling to get her purchases into a net shopping bag. He offered to help and even chatted with her as he repacked her groceries. Just as he was about to return to his place in line, she took the young man’s hand in hers and said with a warm smile, “My compliments to your mother”.
Isn’t it strange how we elevate careers and lower the skilled professionalism of homemaking to the commonplace? Think of how many skills a mother must possess to carry out her duties. There’s teaching, interior decorating, cooking, dietetics, hygiene, psychology, social relations development, clothing, household equipment and so much more. Mothers ask for so little in return, yet we take them for granted most of the time.
[1 Peter 3: 1-7] Not much is said about mothers and motherhood in God’s word which tends to make me believe that God has a special place in his heart for mothers. I mean how do you explain some of the supernatural instincts women acquire at childbirth? Mothers can hear the faintest whimper of a child two rooms away over the snores of the man lying next to her. There’s no instruction book delivered with a newborn, yet the bond is unmistaken from first sight to the grave. It may not seem fair that women have to go through the pains of childbirth, but they get to share with God and the Holy Spirit in the final act of creation – giving life to their children. Let us always be thankful for our mothers and what they have done. We do owe them our life.
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