Let The Words Of My Mouth....

 Let The Words Of My Mouth....

We are rapidly approaching the seven year anniversary of our mom's death on the last day of March, 2009. I increasingly see the value of strong and Godly mothers in the lives of children. I wrote this the day after she died.
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.
Psalm 19:14

I've always defined home as wherever my parents are. My first trip home, by that definition, came when my folks moved to California for one year as I entered college. It was a looooong drive from York, Nebraska to Thousand Oaks, California. Yesterday, I made my last trip home. As I stood in line waiting to board my Southwest flight in the tunnel, two women behind me were swearing loudly, using the most vulgar profanities. I cringed. I cringed because of my mother. To Mom, gee-gosh-golly were forbidden words that were never to be uttered and we were scolded when they blurted from our lips. I could never imagine those words even crossing the mind of Mom. I would guess her sense of proper and Godly speech came from her mother, my grandmother, who passed away before I was born. The things we are taught from the cradle stay with us. I mentioned at Dad's funeral that I can't chew gum in worship because of Mom. But there are so many things I can do because of her. A mother's exposure to and influence on her little ones might be the single greatest determining factor of success in a child's life. I know hymns because of my mother. I know the Word of God because of my mother. And I know right from wrong-even though I chose to ignore it at times- because of her, too. Dad used to tell me I wasn't married because I had never found one just like Mom. I think he was wrong on the marriage part but he was right on the uniqueness angle- Mom was one-of-a-kind.

Applicable quote of the day:
"A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary."
Dorothy Canfield Fisher

Applicable quote of the day, # 2:
""What the mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin."
Henry Ward Beecher

God bless,
Steve
Luke 18:1