Mother's - Jewels Of Life

To say I was disappointed to hear that no representative of our newly elected executive branch of government was present at the National Day Of Prayer gathering in Washington, D.C. would be an understatement. I really don’t think it’s too much an inconvenience to take a couple of hours once a year to reflect on the great influences our belief in God as a nation has had on the most prosperous country the world has ever known. We have been a super-power in this world through the grace of God, which is waning with the lack of respect and thankfulness the leaders of our country have displayed in the past few decades. It’s sad to witness the very foundation of our existence being removed and destroyed, absolute truth by absolute truth. Once this country is standing on personal relativity for ones self, rather than personal reverence for God the Creator, it will cease to be the jewel it is in God’s plan. My heart is fearful.
It’s Mother’s Day and I pray every son and daughter will take the time to reflect on the influence their mother has had on their life. My mother has passed, but I think of her often, for I have to admit, the love of God and the fear of the Lord I possess today was planted by my mother. She was blind in one eye and could barely see out of the other, yet raised four children and, for a short time, worked outside the home to help support the family. I grew-up in the Episcopalian persuasion, my mother a very devout believer and participant. She never could drive an auto, I was too young, and I did not know at the time, but she counted on me greatly as an escort to Lenten services and other special off Sunday gatherings. We would journey the mile through the cold and the snow, or share the sights, the smells and sounds of spring, all-the-while me not knowing she was really out taking a walk with God. I know that now, because there was something different about her on those trips, quiet and serene. I have no doubt she prayed for her family and especially her children, every day, from their birth, until her departure. I’ve always believed mother’s have a special relationship with God that men will never know. They have a love that can not be broken and a never-ending flow of forgiveness, for she sees greatness in all her children. She is a jewel loved and esteemed by God.
[1 Peter 3: 1-6] Peter speaks here of the wife, but some of it fits also, the mother. The same instruction fits to the winning over of her children to God’s Word. “Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.” My mother was all that, even as I once tried to talk her into revenge for her sufferings. I pray always, she has received the reward she so desired, the same reward I now seek, the same reward all her children seek, and prayerfully the reward her grand-children, great-grand-children and great-great-grand-children will seek. The reward not found on earth, but waiting in heaven, for those who seek it, never wavering from it, though having to endure the trials and tribulations of this life. The will of God is for everyone to live Godly, with love and forgiveness for one another. “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.” (Proverbs 31:30-31)