The Heart of a Mother

My Siblings and My Mother: I am in the middle:

I want to pay tribute to my mother. Fifty years ago God used her as His vessel to bring me into this world. She was His life-giver. But physical life was not all that she bore to me, spiritual life was breathed into me through her life's example.

There are some favorite pictures of God that my mother gave to me.

I remember the time when her best friend had died of cancer. Before her death she promised to her that she would make sure her boys were taken care of. The husband remarried a woman who had also lost her husband to death. Each had 3 children. When the new stepmom entered the scene she decided she didn't want the middle son living with them so they sent him off to military school. At 15 years old hurting and confused he ran away from military school. My mother found out and went to his father to ask if she could bring him home to live if she found him. He consented and thankfully she found him. He lived with us for 3 years, God stole His heart while living with us. He was loved well. My mother showed me what it looks like to go after the lost sheep. She modeled God's heart.

As a child we were often welcoming missionaries into our home to stay. It was fun to have people who had traveled to other countries telling us stories. I still remember Jesus Loves Me taught to me in a foreign language, I just can't remember if it was Korean or Chinese. My mother showed me God in the way she offered what she had in hospitality.

There came a tough time in her life later on. It was a time when she could have walked away and closed the door on a relationship. She had been hurt, painfully. She held her head up and chose forgiveness, knowing it was the way of God.
As I watched her forgive in a place that many refuse I was changed in the midst. From that point on in my life I knew that forgiveness was the way of God. My mother showed me His forgiveness displayed in beauty, compassion and love. The relationship was restored and people were changed in the midst.

My mother has often seen the hurting and reached out. God has poured into her a heart of mercy. She displays His mercy.

I have heard it said that the greatest act of submission for a woman is submitting your body to pregnancy and childbirth.
In it you are willing to lay aside that which brings you comfort to bear life for another. My mother surrendered her body 4 times to bring forth physical life. She has born spiritual life all along the way, not only in us her children, but in those who are in need of love.

Mom, I honor you this day. You taught me that the only way in life was with God. You have contributed much to who I am today. You have shown me God and for that I will forever be grateful. I rise up and call you blessed, Mom,

I love you,
Your Jewel

The accomplishment of my physical life has been the five blessings that I have been given. When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a mother. It was all I thought about. I was never into a career, I only wanted to have babies to love. God heard the cry of my heart and gave me 5 wonderful children. Each is embarking on a different journey of life this year. Each are my treasures. You see pictures of them on the right hand side of my blog as they look today. I wanted to stroll down memory lane a bit and show you some of my favorite memories of years gone by. The years have flown by. Some days I would love to go back to hug tighter, sit longer, rest and enjoy the moments. In the blink of an eye they are gone. I have always loved you my treasures.... and my love grows stronger with each day. I love you individually, not for what you do, but for who you are... my gifts of God, my glimpse of Him.

Hannah

Courtney

Josiah

Samuel

Lydia


I love you, my treasures,
MOM

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