MOTHER'S DAY is over and with it came the joy of celebrating my mother! She will soon be 85 years old and loves to write poems and songs from her heart. It has been and outstanding experience to be her first-born and the one who lives the closest to her and my father during the golden years of their lives.
During these days, I watch my mother diligently care for her many plants. It's a wonderful reminder of how carefully she nurtured us five kids as we grew up under her watchful eye. If watering was needed, a cool refreshment of revitalizing words were given. If the soil of our souls became hard and crusty, then some tilling to change things around was accomplished. If we became weak-limbed, food from the Word of God was amply applied to revive our spirits. If bitter storms of life caused us to be uprooted, a gentle re-grounding of our hearts was always accomplished through serious and continual prayer.
Were we ever "on the outs?" - I suppose so...but only long enough to prune us back in order to flourish in our life assignments and mine has as I live life BEHIND THE BENCH. Thank you, Mom.
