Mother's Day

My mother loved the color purple.  She would buy clothing with purple in them.  She especially loved flowers with purple intermingled in colorful arrays.

My mom’s birthday (April 16) and Mother’s Day were always about one month apart.  Usually for one of the special days I would send flowers.  Being overseas, the best thing to do was search online.  So, I would go to several of the larger florists online and look for some arrangement with purple flowers.  (side note: I have done this numerous times, that I received several email reminders this week to buy flowers for Mother’s Day).

Recently, a friend wrote me that the “firsts” will be difficult.  The first Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthday,  Mother’s Day.  I was in Kyiv on my mother’s birthday.  Now, I am back in Karaganda, and with the email reminders, and talking with my sisters, I have had lots of time to reflect on my mom.

It has been tough for certain.  I didn’t think it would be this hard, but it has been.  I miss calling my mom.  I miss buying flowers for her.  I just miss her.

3 thoughts on “Mother's Day

  1. Joe: They say writing things down helps us work thru things in our life. Thank you for writing about your mom. Yes I remember after the passing of my mom I wanted to call her but suddenly thought she is not home, she is in her new home eternity, the courts of heaven worshipping face to face. I’ve been reading lately about true worship and that is the one thing we will continue in heaven (Rev 4 & 5) worship. Also that when we worship here on earth we are joining the worship of heaven:

    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above..

    So as you worship today know that you and your mom are still worshipping together but one day again face to face. What a day that will be. Praise Him in the highest!

    This song is ringing in my mind and ears:

    Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

    Words: Robert Robinson
    Music: “Nettleton” by John Wyeth

    Zec 13:1
    Topics: Adoration , Worship

    Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
    Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
    Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
    Call for songs of loudest praise.
    Teach me some melodious sonnet,
    Sung by flaming tongues above.
    Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
    Mount of Thy redeeming love.

    Here I raise my Ebenezer;
    Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
    And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
    Safely to arrive at home.
    Jesus sought me when a stranger,
    Wandering from the fold of God;
    He, to rescue me from danger,
    Interposed His precious blood.

    O to grace how great a debtor
    Daily I’m constrained to be!
    Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
    Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
    Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
    Prone to leave the God I love;
    Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
    Seal it for Thy courts above.

    O that day when freed from sinning,
    I shall see Thy lovely face;
    Clothed then in blood washed linen
    How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
    Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
    Take my ransomed soul away;
    Send thine angels now to carry
    Me to realms of endless day.

  2. Loys,
    I cannot express in words what it meant to read your comment. May you be blessed, as you have been a blessing.
    It has been an extremely difficult 3 weeks.
    Thank you…

  3. Hi Joe:
    Your requests for prayer are often presented to my church. Your comment regarding “God is using mass media to reach the masses.” That is interesting when considering the passage in Matthew 24:14.

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