Me and My Mom

Today my mother would be in her upper nineties if she had not passed from this life.  Rich memories come to mind.  Here is one.

Spring was in the air and my birthday was coming.  It was my 12th birthday and I had plans!  I had my guest list; the most popular girls of course, the menu was planned; right down to the party favours, and the invitations were made; and given out.

There was just on thing I had forgotten.  I had not told my mother.

Mother was a hard working woman who mothered 7 children.  She kept a house, supported a husband, was part of her church, lived in service to others; all fruits that came from her strong love for Jesus.

What must have gone off in her head as child number 5 presented her with another thing to think about, another thing to do  and another thing to cost money! I was almost 12.  I wasn’t thinking about much beyond myself.

I don’t remember much about her response.  Nevertheless, I do remember that my mother allowed me to go through with my plans. The girls came to the party.  There was food and party favours.  I even received gifts.

My mother gave the greatest gift. She allowed a 12 year old to experience the privilege of organizing and executing an event.  Perhaps she saw the organizational gifts planted in me, or noticed  the care I had taken to every detail. She didn’t say,  but she did enable me to experience growing up.

Today, decades later, ever so gently, the fragrance of my mother lingers in that experience. It has woven itself  into the fabric of who I have become.

 

Inspiration

I always do better in the spring; something about the strength of the sun infuses me with a new sense of purpose, renewed hope and much joy. In this emotional environment stress becomes more manageable and also the habits of my life. I like to credit spring and I do love spring, however these three gifts are actually generated in the heart.

Thought from the Shepherd King:  “You will light my lamp; The Lord my God will enlighten my darkness.”

Its Your Choice

This morning when I woke up I received a gift.  It is a gift each morning brings;  a blank canvas.  In it all I hold the brush.  I can determine this morning for hope or fear, for strength or weakness, for victory or defeat.  I can set my I mind this morning and give direction to my life no matter what I am feeling. Today I choose life: to enter it with gratitude.  Today I choose health: to exercise and eat well.  Today I choose love: to touch others with grace.

Journey to Health

runnersYou may be one of the lucky ones that doesn’t have to think about your health or so you think. Those of us who have been blessed with good health tend to not realize the gift that it is until it begins to decline. To maintain good health is a journey into knowledge and experience, joy and sorrow. It requires laying a foundation of habits that will carry us through when the going gets rough. A Man much wiser than I told the story of 2 builders; one that built his house on the sand and another that built his house on the rock. You know which one stood when the storms came. It is the same with our health. We need to cherish the gift; maintaining it with good nutrition, lots of clean water and exercise. Here’s to you on your journey!

Thought for Today: A bad attitude, like a heavy load, impedes success.