Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My Momma...

Today would have been my Mom's 73rd birthday. Would have been... what words. She passed away from vascular dementia and it's complications almost 6 years ago. And I still miss her every day.

She was such a major influence in my life. She taught me so much. Not just educational things, but about life and how to live it. She showed me not just with her words, but with her actions what it was like to truly live as a Christian. We used to tease that we never went to church by ourselves. We were always going by somebody's house and picking them up to take them to church with us. There was always that open invitation - need a ride? Give Mom a call!

Sometimes, even now after all this time, when I have an important decision to make, I stop and think "what would Mom have done" or "what would Mom have had to say about this"? There have been times that I would love to call her up and say "Hey Mom, what's going on with you today? I have something I want to talk to you about..." I think one of the things I miss most is the way she would put her arms around me, give me a big hug, and say "Ohhh how's my sweet Jeanne". Nobody fills the void that your Mom leaves behind when she passes from this world to the next.

One of the things that made an impression on me happened at her funeral. A friend from church played a flute solo and also played piano for the service. Mom had passed away 6 days before Christmas. Her service was December 23. This wonderful sweet woman played a song at the end of the service, that took me just a bit by surprise. She played, "I'll Be Home for Christmas". For my Mom, that was the P E R F E C T song! She was in her heavenly home, with her heavenly father. To be absent from the body, is to be present with the Lord. That is what "she" would have wanted us to know and realize.

I think she was about 12 years old in the picture. Wasn't she beautiful? I think so, but then I am just a bit prejudiced about that. (I have always thought my Mom was beautiful and I have the photos to prove it!) She was riding in the back of a pick-up truck and they were moving back home to Oklahoma after living in Arkansas for a while. She wrote on the back of the photo how happy they all were to finally be coming home...

Mom was the baby of the family. Here's one of the funny things my Mom told us about her being the baby and being treated "special". She said that all the time people would remark to her parents about her being "such a pretty little girl". SO, as children do, when they are told something often enough, she would sometimes greet visitors to their home with "Hi! I'm a pretty little girl!"

Most importantly, she set a good example. I remember once when my nephew (who had CP) was not eating. Mom decided that she would pray and fast. She made up her mind that she would not eat until Eric ate! Mom prayed and fasted holding to her faith that Eric was going to eat! I believe it was about three days...And you know what - he did! She also had a burden for the country of China. It was like God just lay that country on her heart and man, she prayed every day for China and the Chinese people. Years of prayers...when Mom felt led to take something on - she did it! She was a true "Prayer Warrior"!

I could go on and on about my wonderful Mother, but I think Proverbs 31 says it best...

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.

Happy birthday Mom, I love you...


Anonymous said...

Oh, Jeanne, this just makes me cry. It is so clear..your love and admiration for your mother. She WAS a "pretty little girl" too, wasn't she. How sweet. I was 28 when my mom passed away. We were truly "best friends". My mother had a lot of struggles and she was a strong, strong LADY. You just never get your mother back, do you?
Blessings to you my dear, dear friend.

daysayre@sbcglobal.net said...

"anonymous" is Lana :) Just didn't do that right, I guess.