May 14, 2018
I hope that all of you readers celebrated Mother’s Day in a positive way yesterday, either in the “bosom of family” or in memory or just with some sort of communication. I personally had a lovely time, first with the “church family” in the little town of Hysham, Montana, and then enjoying a barbecue and fun with my son and family. Plus a great phone call with my daughter and children.
In the midst of this, I thought of my own mother. Our relationship wasn’t perfect -- in fact at times rocky because of her mental condition – but I loved her and am eternally grateful for some of her gifts to me. Among them were teaching me to play the piano, a gift I exercise regularly at the nursing home and assisted living home as well as at the church today.
I want to share a paragraph from my book which speaks of an aspect of light illustrated by a story related to my mother. I share it because it makes a point related to the Light of the World and also because it reminds me that her faith was an inspiration.
“When my mother died at age 92, her memorial requests were for the Sunday School Department of the church she and my father attended for so many years. A teacher asked that the funds be spent for Bibles for the third and fourth grade classes. When the Bibles were given out, one little boy’s reaction was something I knew would have brought joy to my mother’s weary heart. Asked why the new books had footprints across the cover, the boy replied, “Because ‘Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path’” (Psalm 119:105). Amen.”
I hope that your mother – or someone significant in your life – sowed in you the seeds of lifetime faith. It is a gift beyond measure.
I just want to continue to share ideas about grief and life with people who long as I do for comfort and understanding.