Bible Ballistics: BBs #100 A Tribute to My Mother!!!

Times and memories are a funny thing. My dad has been so heavy on my mind the last few months, I am missing him at almost every turn and he’s been gone for 23 years. This week being in my dad’s hometown and being with those who knew my parents brought Mom to my mind in a special way. She’s been gone for 13 years. This verse came to my mind as I decided upon todays BBs.

Proverbs 31:28 says, “Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

My dad was a man of few words; my mother on the other hand is where I seem to have gotten my verbose tendencies from. (Look up verbose and you’ll smile..) My mother was outspoken to say the least, and we often butted heads as we had completely different ways of looking at the world. But by the same token the virtues that she possessed and passed on to me are priceless.

From my mother, I learned about sharing and caring for those in need: both those we love and those with whom we have no natural affinity. I learned that friends are your friends no matter what—some need more help than others. I learned to cook and clean because it was what a wife does to care for her home. My mother gave testimony often, that she wasn’t raised to do those things from the poor times she grew up in, but when she married my dad she learned from his family how to have a tidy and presentable home and how to cook and meet the needs of those in her care. In fact we came to find a meeting place in our differences: I, who loved to clean (yes, I have to admit I still do), did the housework and she worked outside, and enjoyed her passion for the outdoors.

I also saw in her the courage to do what she thought needed to be done regardless of the opinion of others. She also spoke the truth when it was not always popular or well received (Although she could have learned a little more about tact and timing—I also struggle there at times!!).

She lived faithfully for her Lord as best she could, and lived out her faith in word and deed. She and my dad were faithful givers, honorable to a fault, and truthful even when lies would have been more profitable monetarily.

So??? Here’s our shot for today. Today I–

Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.”  Exodus 20:12

Mother, thank you for doing the hard things.

Thank you for teaching me to work hard,

 to care for others,

 to do an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay

 and all those little lessons that make our character what it is.

As a southern gospel song says—‘I Had a Drug Problem’—

I was drug out the door to church,

I was drug out the door to catch the bus to school (or walk depending on where we were living),

I was drug to the woodshed (so to speak) and spanked when I needed it

(And a few times I didn’t think I needed it—and never as much as my little brother, but way more than my ‘baby’ sister!! 🙂 ).

We were drug out of church if we misbehaved,

 We were drug to gatherings where we learned to interact in proper and respectful ways.

Thanks MOM for all those lessons that I didn’t realize I was learning until the time came that God lead me into ministry at home and abroad. I love you MOM!!! I’ll be seeing you again—maybe sooner than we think.