TIME 2 CELEBRATE OUR MOMS
Dear Moms ~
Today is your day – the day that the world sets aside to honour you, to celebrate you and to gift you with a small token meant to show their appreciation of your daily sacrificial acts throughout the years.
Today is the day that we acknowledge that without you in our lives we would never have eaten a decent, healthy, well-rounded meal (no offence Dad but beans and hotdogs is classified as junk no matter how much you doctor it up!); we would have lived in slightly wrinkled, slightly smelly clothing, our hair would have rarely been styled properly and during the nightly routine of bad dreams and ‘can I sleep with you’…. we would have more then likely ended up on the floor with a pillow!
Today is the day that we set aside to kiss your cheek and say “I love you Mommy! For all you do and all you are.”
Today is the day that we stop and remember this woman by whom our lives began, this woman who was (is) always there to encourage us, pray for us, listen to us, and regardless of our attitude to love us unconditionally.
Today is the day for you dear sweet Mother.
I know a woman who is sweet, selfless and unwaveringly kind. She is always ready to help me bake, find the next best novel, run errands with me or just sit and talk. She is my rock and my stay. In the busyness of life I often find that days pass without our having talked and yet when I call, or stop in there is no guilt, no subtle comments on how long its been. She’s just there with open arms.
She makes the most delicious food I have ever eaten in my life! (barring her liver and onions and tomato soup…. several decades later and I have yet to change my mind on that!!!!)
She gives and gives of herself, her time, her talent and resources. She is wise (through her pursuit of the Father and the passing of years) she is a daughter of the King and does not hide that.
I know a woman who is someone that I greatly admire. A woman dedicated to her spouse, her children and more importantly her God. She is a woman after whom I seek to pattern my life.
I know a woman who has impacted how I think, how I act and how I speak. From the very beginning she has loved me. (even when I have not been very loveable in return)
Today is the day that I honour her. I honour her commitment to me by living my life in dedication to my husband, my children and my heavenly Father.
I know an incredible woman and I am beyond blessed to call her Mom.
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life. She seeks wool and flax, and works with willing hands. She is like the ships of the merchant; she brings her food from afar. She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household and portions for her maidens. She considers a field and buys it; with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard. She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong. She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night. She puts her hands to the distaff, and her hands hold the spindle. She opens her hand to the poor and reaches out her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household are clothed in scarlet.
She makes bed coverings for herself; her clothing is fine linen and purple. Her husband is known in the gates when he sits among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them; she delivers sashes to the merchant. Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates.