Mother's Day

A Mother's Love

     A Mother's love is something that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain.  It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may for nothing can destroy that love away...
it is patient and forgiving when the world around condemns, and it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems...
it is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation, and it still remains a secret like a          mysterious of creation.  A many splendored miracle 
man cannot understand and another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand.
                                                                                                -    Helen Steiner Rice.

    A Mother prepares a shadowbox of memories that will last a lifetime.  It will link yesturday, today, and will hold some keys for tomorrow.  She makes tracts in the sand that will turn into concrete and remain.
     She painted pictures on the canvas of our hearts and minds.  We can recall them anytime they are needed on this journey called life.
        She is like a candle that gives light along the way to guide us, and her scent lingers far after she is gone.



"Strength and honour are her clothing."  Proverbs 31:25.


  

Resurrection

Spurgeon says,  "'Every morning is a resurrection.'  At night we lay down to sleep stripped of our outer garments.  As our souls will be of their bodily array when we come to die. But the morning wakes us.   One day we will lay aside all soiled clothes and put on glorious robe that will never be soiled again. 

We await that great getting up morning when the trumpet sounds and every fiber of our being in us is fully awake.  All praise to thee who kept and hath refreshed us while we slept. .. Let the thoughts of His loving kindness to you tuck you in at night.   Tell of His loving kindness and know He has sustained us, in spite of our pains, grief's, and sorrows."

  Let's open our mornings with praise to Him, and let it flow all the day long.

Autumn

"First fruits Oh, it is best to give our all at the beginning of life.  Mellow and sweet the fruit mellowed by trials, the autumn full of colors.  First Fruits are like a babies breathe;  pure, sweet, and lovely.  Some of us have had many dark days more than days of joy.  Days of sorrow much more than joy.  We can praise Him for His faithfulness, loving kindness.   He causes goodness to come.   Loving-kindness came down wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manager.  Hallelujah! Christ arose, now let us arise and tell others that He lives and they can live also."

I have seen the empty tomb;

I've stood amazed and hushed

In the holy presence of Him

Who conquers death and hell and gloom.

He is not here! O symphony of victory!

He is not here! Forevermore He lives !

My heart is thrilled with the peace,

The joy, the glory that only Jesus gives

                 (Nathanael Olson)