You remember those don’t you? Places your parents would drag you to while you waited in the car for an hour believing that she would be right out like she said.
How about the times you sat quietly in the living room so you wouldn’t overhear the conversation that was going on in the kitchen? You know you heard every word, but never confessed it to her.
Then there's that "older couple" she visited where you balanced a cup of tea on your lap while holding a piece of cake on a napkin in your other hand. You listened as the gentleman played the piano, while his wife proudly showed off photographs of her family from the last 50 years.
Sometimes Mom would make her fabulous roast with all the trimmings, and then we would take it to someone else while we ate fish sticks for dinner. What was that all about?
Everywhere my Mom went she made friends, so when she was invited to a special event at another church mother would go if possible.
Several times I can remember tagging along (by her request) to an all-night prayer meeting service, because my Dad didn’t want her driving at night by herself. You could say they were like prayer fests, with ladies of faith united under one roof to blast through it with their declarations over the works of the devil.
However, her trust was in God and my mother’s relationship with Jesus got stronger. During her time of learning to lean on the Lord, she wrote what I believe is her most loved song.
God had visited her with the gift of salvation, and it was a message she would impart to others. The psalmist said it best in this passage of scripture.
“Someone walks beside me every day.”
Happy Birthday Mom ...
By the way ... love the shoes!
You can hear my mother sing and yodel in my Tribute to her here called Going Home.
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Scripture reference was taken from the New King James Bible Version provide by Gateway Bible