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The Value of a Godly Example, A Tribute to Mothers

The Value of a Godly Example, A Tribute to Mothers

by Jeanette Whittaker

Most of us keep items which we consider valuable. Some have intrinsic value, others remind us of a significant person or event. I’ve kept a cookbook that was handed down in our family. It’s original title speaks volumes, Portraits of Patriotism and Praise, Precious Promises, and Palatable Recipes. Printed in 1976, it features favorite recipes of the mothers of Kindergarten children in our Christian school.

 

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I don’t honestly use any of the recipes from the book any more, but I still keep it because biographical sketches of strong, godly women are printed throughout the book, as well as poetry selections which I treasure.

Here is one of my favorites.

The Reading Mother
by
Strickland Gillilan

I had a Mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.

I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings–
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be–
I had a Mother who read to me.

What is something that you keep and treasure? Do you have a favorite poem or cookbook? What makes it your favorite?

Wellesley, Scissors, and My Heavenly Father

Wellesley, Scissors, and My Heavenly Father
by Sharon Jaspers Caughill

Wellesley, Scissors, and My Heavenly Father

I often wonder at how God must view my daily silliness. He oversees my every moment, so how can He remain so incredibly patient with me? I know myself intimately and I am quite idiotic. Yet God loves me. And in Scripture He, with great compassion, warns me to be wise and careful and prudent. He instructs me desiring the best for me and wanting me to be safe. How do I respond? Sometimes I choose to be foolish and reckless and frivolous. And I question. Constantly question. In return He patiently guides and prods me along the path of life. I am always within the gaze of His eternal devotion. His eyes are specifically on me! His love is so vast. His love is so perfect.

Yesterday I was watching our grandson, Wellesley, who reminded me of this. Every time I turned around Welles was doing something dangerous or stupid. Now I think Welles is incredibly smart. He even looks smart – his eyes often peer back at me with a ‘wow you are silly Nana – I will pray for more intelligence to come your way’ eyes. But yesterday he was having a love affair with danger. I stopped him twice with scissors. The bright red-handled kitchen shears he removed from the lower rack of the dishwasher. For some reason their attractiveness is a constant draw. And tiny scissors he found rummaging through stuff his grandfather left strewn around which is another blog topic completely. I looked at him as he happily carried around danger and thought about myself – drawn to exactly what I should not be. With relish I carry peril in my heart and soul and body and mind. Because I love Wellesley a lot I chose to pry the scissors from his greedy little hands and as I did I thought about God ever so patiently taking things from mine.

A few minutes later he was at the top of the stairs shaking the protective gate hollering – desperately wanting to pull it away so he could have the freedom of the stairs. Why yes it would be fun to tumble down those hard wooden stairs and land on the basement cement. Nana is so cruel to put up that roadblock! And again I thought about the protectiveness of God for me – and how I stand pushing against that which He lovingly has in place for my protection. Do I appreciate it, thank Him for it? No I wrangle and shake and babble and whine. It seems so ‘in the way’! It seems so harsh! He guards me out of love. Why can’t I remember that? What a foolish little lamb I am. But oh my Shepherd!

The LORD is my shepherd; I have all that I need. He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name. Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23

Sharon Jaspers Caughill is the wife of Senior Pastor Paul Caughill, High Point Baptist Chapel, Geigertown, PA. Sharon loves her time as Pastor’s wife, but especially enjoys her time as grandmother and wrote this article about an experience with her grandson. We are sharing it with her permission.

A Time of Remembering

A Time of Remembering

by Ruth Smith

God's Providence, Memories, Mother's Day Flowers

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and today has been a day that I have been remembering as mother, daughter, and grandmother.

This morning, I had the joy of watching my oldest granddaughter, Cari Trowbridge, receive her bachelor’s degree from Grace College. Not enough tickets available, but it was great to enjoy the service via online streaming. Last night my second oldest granddaughter, Courtney Trowbridge, received her associate’s degree from college. So it was a time of being a proud grandmother.

This afternoon, I joined my church family in remembering the life of a 16-year old member of our church, Makayla McKenzie, who went home to be with the Lord this week through an automobile accident. I didn’t know this young lady personally but had the joy of watching her contributions as recently as this past Sunday in a musical ensemble and in the recent Passion Play. It was obvious that her life was a tremendous testimony for the Lord wherever she was, whether at school, at church, or at home.

I was particularly touched by her notes from the last week’s youth meeting, which were shared by our youth pastor. Her final notes were: “Do all to the glory of God. The Lord is ready and waiting for me.” Little did she know how soon that time would come.

As I listened to the testimony of this young girl’s life and the loss this family had experienced, I couldn’t help but think how difficult it would be to lose your 16 year old daughter. Then my mind began to bring back many memories from my life.

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