Aug
11
2012
In Memory
Posted in Poetry 4 Comments
With pushing and pain…and urgency
A mother will labor, when due.
The joy and the tears are blended somehow
The baby will soon be in view.
One final surge…all of her strength,
The head…now the shoulders are seen.
Soon the whole child…born…alive on this side,
Never telling where he has been.
The doctors and nurses attend to his needs.
Clean him up and swaddle him tight.
Place him on her heart, where his beat and her pulse,
Are in rhythm…together…just right.
She waited so long to see his face.
On each hand his fingers count five.
Those little hands will grow into a man.
She rejoices that he is alive.
Long sleepless nights will await her.
The burp that never will come.
The rocking chair rocks oh so gently.
She remembers a song she can hum.
The daily routine of a newborn.
The joy in that sweet little face.
No travel or palace could tempt her.
She stands in this holiest place.
A mother from time of conception.
A baby when too small to see.
A mother who pours till she’s empty,
So her child could live and be free.
So many things that she teaches.
So many hurts kissed away.
So many hours just listening,
To what the heart of her child will say.
Life lessons and practical teaching.
Praising all the things they have done.
Preparing them so they continue,
To live life well when she is gone.
Whether carried for nine months inside her,
Or carried so long in her heart,
The love of a mother goes with us,
What we cling to…the most precious part.
Her memory lives on in her children.
And on every life that she touched.
No matter what age…the conclusion.
We all need our mothers so much.
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Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us is all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
(2 Corinthians 1:3,4)
Early next week, my husband and his brothers and sisters will bury their mother.
It doesn’t matter how old you are when you lose your Mother…you grow up very fast!
The sense of connective-ness is gone.
You cannot ask…What was I like when I was two?…Do you remember when…?
There is a bond…despite difficulties, disagreements, and distance…that cannot be severed.
There is no one on this earth that loves you like your mother.
So completely…so unconditionally.
It takes having your own child to realize the importance of your parents.
All the things taken for granted that, when put together, tells your story.
Home is where your story begins…so says a wooden sign in my house.
HOME is where your story begins…with our heavenly Father who created us.
The Sovereign God who loves us so completely…even when we are unlovable!
The Sovereign God who loves us perfectly…even more than our mothers.
While the loss of a loved one is profound…there is still living to do.
There is Kingdom work to do…here!
There is a story to tell…a Gospel to share…so others will come to a saving knowledge of Him…the Giver of life…the Author and Perfecter of Faith.
Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in Him.
(1 Thessalonians 4:13,14)
Gina, I”m so sorry to hear about Michael’s mom – I will be praying for all of you.
Thank you, friend.
Your prayers mean so much.
Gina
I was so sorry to hear about Michael’s mother. If memory serves, it isn’t all that long since his Dad passed. Difficult days for sure. . . but we trust the Lord who is sovereign and in control of all. Whether you know the Lord or not. . . parting with someone we love is difficult, sad. We just plain miss knowing they are there for us. We long for one more day, hour, or even minutes to share with them. Thankfully we know the Lord that holds our days, hours, and minutes. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. . .blessed be the name of the Lord. His way and timing is perfect. . . His grace is sufficient. Will be praying for you, your family, and extended family.
Nancy,
Yes, it has been only seven months since my husband’s father died…this past January.
Thank you for covering us in prayer.
Gina