Tone makes a difference

Recently I came across something written by a woman for women for the purpose of helping women, the content of which was excellent, but the tone was quite harsh.

I don’t know about other people, but a harsh tone tends to put me off and make the message hard to receive even when I know it is good. What does tend to draw me in is a coming-alongside, desiring-to-help attitude.

I don’t mean that we should be namby-pamby, cowardly, and spineless, or sacrifice truth under the guise of “love.” I know some of the prophets in Scripture could seem pretty harsh in their denunciations. But some of the tenderest expressions of God’s love and care are also found in those messages from the prophets. “The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee” (Jeremiah 31:3) and “Is Ephraim my dear son? is he a pleasant child? for since I spake against him, I do earnestly remember him still: therefore my bowels are troubled for him; I will surely have mercy upon him, saith the LORD” (Jeremiah 31:20) are just a couple.

I know in my own life, before salvation, realizing that I deserved hell all made me see my need. And though perhaps it was the fear of hell that drove me to seek deliverance, it was the grace and love of God that drew me to Him. Since then, holding up the standard of God’s Word and the realization that I have missed the mark and that I need to get something right with Him convicts me, but the knowledge that “we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities” and the invitation to therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 15:16) draws me.

One of my children in particular who seemed most to “need,” by his actions, scolding and reprimand, would just close up and withdraw when I “let him have it” verbally. It not only didn’t change his behavior, it put a wall between us. I had to learn to balance dealing with the issue and showing love, care and concern. Other times a harsh scolding produces a defensive reaction.

I also had to learn that exasperation (which can often lead to that kind of harsh attitude) is often a fleshly response: I’m irritated that this is still going on, that I have to deal with it again, that the child doesn’t “know better” and hasn’t “gotten” it by now. How unlike God, whose mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:22-23). How unlike the “wisdom that is from above” which “is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy” (James 3:17).

We need to be careful, too, in any kind of mentoring situation that we don’t approach it with an eye-rolling, exasperated, “Young people these days!” kind of attitude. That is sure to turn others off to any good we might want to do them. And we need to remember the purpose: when we have to deal with an issue, whether with a child, an employee, a committee member, or the general public in a book, blog, or talk, the purpose for dealing with the issue is not just to “get it off our chests.” That’s one sure way to come across as “scolding.” The purpose is to get them to see the importance of the issue and to change, not for our personal satisfaction, but for the stake of the truth we’re presenting.

Once I was listening to a sermon on the radio from a local pastor. I knew of him, I had read his books, I agreed with what he was preaching…yet at the end of it, something bothered me, and I couldn’t figure out what at first. Then I realized his main message, hammered over and over, was, “You need to get right.” Nothing wrong with that message: we do. But my own pastor at the time, whose ministry I was under for over fourteen years, would have said, “We need to get right” and then “There’s hope: here’s how to get right.” Though my pastor was one of the godliest men I have ever known, he, like Daniel (Daniel 9:1-19) and Ezra (Ezra 9), though they had not participated in Israel’s sin, yet they took their place with Israel and confessed the sins of the nation as though they were their own. I think that attitude of a fellow sinner helping sinners will help our message come across more compassionately.

We’ve all been under different kinds of authority figure in our lives and know what is it to have an infraction dealt with in such a way that we’re left hurt, deflated, discouraged, or angry, or, on the other hand, inspired to want to do right and to make restoration.

Of course, we’re responsible for the truth we hear no matter what tone or form it comes in. When we stand before God to give account of our lives, the excuse that we didn’t like how so-and-so delivered the message won’t hold up as a reason for not obeying it. If we are on the receiving end of a message with a harsh or scolding attitude, we still need to hear and apply and respond to the truth in the way the Lord would have for us to. But when we are sharing truth in any venue, let us remember to “Walk in wisdom toward them that are without, redeeming the time. Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man” (Colossians 4:5). The salt — the truth — is needed, but don’t forget the wisdom and the grace.

Imperfect families

Someone said something the other day that got me to thinking. She mentioned the number of kids from broken homes in our school, and I think she was just lamenting the fact that so many families were broken, but something in what she said made it seem like having kids from broken homes was an undesirable element. That may not be what she meant — that part of the conversation was fleeting and I couldn’t get my thoughts together in time to ask about it before the tide of conversation turned to something else.

But it got me to thinking. I am from a broken home and an unsaved home. The Lord miraculously provided for me to go to a Christian school in my junior year of high school. I don’t really remember anybody treating me differently or seeming to look down on me or not wanting their children to associate too closely with me because I was from a broken family or wasn’t from a church family. Thank God! What was the starting point of my spiritual life might have had a vastly different outcome.

I’ve noticed in some Christian schools or churches that have bus ministries and such that there can be a disparity between the “church kids” and the others. Some of that is just the natural consequence that the church kids have known each other longer and spend more time together and therefore are closer than those who have not been coming long or who only come sporadically. But I would hope that the difference is not because the church families think their kids are somehow better and that they feel they need to be wary of spiritual contamination from the others.

I think many of us would have a hard time accepting the woman at the well (who had had five husbands), Rahab the harlot, Jacob, Rachel, Leah, Bilhah and Zilpah into our church membership.

I don’t mean that we don’t need to be careful of our children’s associates. I have known kids from unsaved homes who have been an unstable element or who have tried to introduce unsavory elements. And I have also known church kids who walk the edge, who act one way around parents and teachers and another way among friends. I have been in Christian homes where the members act much differently than they do at church.

But I have also known some wonderful kids who come from horrible backgrounds for whom the grace of God has made a profound difference who have become wonderful, godly Christians.

The truth is we are all from imperfect families, and it’s God’s grace, not our church standing or family situation, that makes us acceptable in His eyes. Accepting His salvation and then obedience to His Word and being filled with His Holy Spirit are what make for Christian character, and that’s available to anyone. Though ideally we’d love for every child to come from a loving, godly, unfragmented Christian home, it just doesn’t happen that way. And if our Lord took special care to reach out to someone like a woman who had had five husbands and was currently living with a man who was not her husband, are we right to keep our distance from such people?

Elisabeth Elliot wrote in Keep a Quiet Heart:

While visiting [a] Bible College in South Carolina, I found in the library a little book called Father and Son, written by my grandfather, Philip E. Howard. He writes:

“Do you remember that encouraging word of Thomas Fuller’s, a chaplain of Oliver Cromwell’s time? It’s a good passage for a father in all humility and gratitude to tuck away in his memory treasures:

“’Lord, I find the genealogy of my Savior strangely checkered with four remarkable changes in four immediate generations.

Rehoboam begat Abijah; that is, a bad father begat a bad son.
Abijah begat Asa; that is, a bad father begat a good son.
Asa begat Jehoshaphat; that is, a good father begat a good son.
Jehoshaphat begat Joram; that is, a good father begat a bad son.

I see, Lord, from hence that my father’s piety cannot be entailed; that is bad news for me. But I see also that actual impiety is not always hereditary; that is good news for my son.’”

I Corinthians 6:9-11 says: “Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you: but ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” I am so thankful for God’s washing, sancifying, and justifying!

To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved. In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace. Ephesians 1:6-7.

During my freshman year in a Christian college one of my upperclassmen roommates was from a very similar background to mine. One of the best things that ever happened to me was the realization that if she could live for the Lord, then so could I. I used to think of my family as somewhat holding me back from being and doing all I could for the Lord. Instead I needed to see them as in need of the same grace I had received, and God placed me in that family to love them and tell them about Him. What a child from a broken and/or unsaved home needs most is grace and hope. II Peter 1:3-4 says, “According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue: Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust.” They need to know that in Christ and His Word they have everything they need to live for Him and to be and do all He wants them to.

I Remember Laura Blogathon: Week 3: Family Recipes

Miss Sandy of Quill Cottage is hosting an “I Remember Laura” blogathon on Mondays through the month of June in memory of Laura Ingalls Wilder, author if the “Little House” series of books. There will also be an art swap going on each week in connection with the theme: Click on the picture for more information. Also throughout the month she will be sharing parts of an interview with Laura Ingalls Gunn of Decor to Adore, a descendant of Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I have so been enjoying this blogathon! Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books have been among my favorites for years, and I have had fun remembering events of her life. I even have two other books by and about her that have been on my shelves for years that I am inspired to dust off and get into. And quilts and buttons are some of my favorite crafty subjects. I’ve enjoyed reading everyone’s responses each week!

I will enjoy this week, too, even though I am sadly lacking in the subject of family recipes. My own mother wasn’t terribly domestic in the first place, and with working full time and more and commuting across Houston, she just didn’t have a lot of time or energy or interest in making dinner (and I wouldn’t have either!) We had a lot of convenience foods and basic, simple things. So I don’t remember much in the way of special family recipes. I do remember that one of her specialties when she had time was a pot of beans. That may sound funny — beans aren’t special to most people. But I grew up on beans and rice and cornbread — usually pinto beans, but sometimes Northern. She seasoned them just very basically with salt, pepper, onion, and garlic. When I was little she was often asked to bring her beans to gatherings, and for those she sometimes put jalapeños in them, which I didn’t care for, personally.

I spent a lot of time with my father’s mother as I was growing up, and I remember her as the classic Granny with an apron on and cooking all the time, but I don’t remember any distinctive dishes except for pumpkin bread made in coffee cans. My mother’s mother passed away when I was about four, so I have very little memory of her. I do remember discovering a recipe of hers for some kind of cinnamon coffee cake when I was a teen-ager and first learning to cook that I loved and made a lot. But somehow that little recipe card in her handwriting got lost. That’s been one of the saddest losses to me both because it was a good recipe and because it was hers. Last fall my step-father and sisters brought up several things that had been in a trunk for us to sort through and see if there was anything we wanted. One of the items was my mother’s baby book which had these two recipes in them.

Old recipes

One is for Golden Pumpkin Bread and one is for Lemon Pie. I haven’t made either of them yet. I have wondered how often they were made if they were tucked in a baby book…unless my grandmother shared my penchant for tucking papers into odd places (and then forgetting where they were put…). The one on the right for Lemon Pie looks well-used and looks like my grandmother’s handwriting. I am happy to have them because they were hers.

I remember being impressed with the way Laura’s family used everything when they butchered an animal, even a pig’s bladder to be remade into a ball to toss! Industriousness is one of the traits I admire most in pioneer and colonial women. Once when we were at a place where people were dressed and acting out life in this era, I remember watching food being cooked in fireplaces over an open fire and wondering how in the world they ever made things to the right degree of doneness and got everything ready at the same time..and then it would have been so hot to cook that way, especially in the summer time! Even stoves that you built a fire into would have been hard to regulate. And dealing with food while they traveled in a covered wagon — I don’t know how they did it!

One recipe I do have from my mom is for Surprise Jello.

Surprise Jello

1 large package lime Jello
1/2 cup coconut
1/2 cup pecans
1 small can fruit cocktail
Handful miniature marshmallows

Prepare Jello as directed on package. Drain fruit cocktail and combine with coconut, pecans, and marshmallows: add to Jello and chill. Makes 8-10 servings.

I don’t really care for coconut, but I like it ok in this recipe. It could be left out if desired, as could the pecans if anyone is allergic to or doesn’t like nuts.

My own boys have already told me they want some of my recipes when they leave home. Here are a couple of family favorites:

Chicken Enchilada Bake

2 cans cream of chicken soup
2-4 chicken breasts, cooked and cut into pieces, or around 9 chicken tenderloin pieces, cooked and cut into small pieces
1 pint sour cream
3/4 lb. Monterrey Jack Cheese, shredded
6 flour tortillas or 8 corn tortillas
1 small can green chilies, diced (optional)

Mix soup, sour cream, chicken, chilies, and half the cheese, Tear tortillas into bite-size pieces and stir into chicken mixture. Pour into casserole dish and top with remaining cheese. Bake at 350 degrees for about 20 minutes. Or, leave off the remaining cheese, microwave for about 3 minutes, stir, top with remaining cheese, and microwave for another 3 minutes.

Pudding Chip Cookies

2 1/4 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 cup butter or margarine, softened
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 pkg. (4 serving size) instant vanilla pudding
1 tsp. vanilla
2 eggs
1 pkg (12 oz) semi-sweet chocolate chips

Combine butter, sugars, pudding mix, and vanilla; beat until smooth and creamy. Beat in eggs. Mix flour with baking soda. and gradually add flour mixture. Stir in chips. Drop from teaspoon onto ungreased baking sheets, about 2 inches apart. Bake at 375 for 8 to 10 minutes (mine usually take 10-12 minutes). I used to add chocolate chunks or miniature Hershey’s kisses just for something different, but I haven’t been able to find those lately.

Cookies

You can find other participants sharing family recipes (or join in!) here at Quill’s Cottage.

A couple of Saturday memes about dads

I have seen this Saturday 9 meme around and decided to try it today. Every Saturday 9 questions are posted, sometimes around a theme. Today’s question has to do with fathers.

1. How long since you have been with your dad?

He passed away several years ago.

2. How many siblings share your dad?

1 brother, 3 sisters.

3. Will you see your dad tomorrow?

No, I won’t see him til I get to heaven. 🙂

4. Do you give him gifts on Father’s Day?

I did when he was alive. Over his last several years I usually got him books and models, especially models of military vehicles.

5. Have you ever had a tough time in your relationship with your father?

Oh yes. 🙂 My father was an alcoholic. I wrote more about him and how he came to the Lord here.

6. What was the last thing that you did with your dad?

We had gone to TX to see him when he had a small stroke and was on a ventilator and all the family had been called in. We were there for about a week. Thankfully he came off the ventilator the last day we were able to be there, so we got to talk some then. He did get better and get out of the hospital and had about six more good months.

7. Growing up, was your dad tough on you?

Yes, very. He came from an authoritarian era.

8. Are you close to your father?

I was in my earlier years. He was a hard person to be close to.

9. How long since you have spoke to him?

I think it was a few weeks before he passed away, right after my brother’s wedding.

My dad and me:

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And I have also seen a Saturday Social meme, this time asking the question:

What qualities do you think make a great Dad?

I think first and foremost a good dad loves the Lord, tries to live according to His Word, and tries to teach his children about Him.

A good dad provides for his family both by his job and with his time. He knows their needs are not just physical.

A good dad takes time to listen, both to the silly and fun things as well as the serious ones.

A good dad is not afraid of his children’s questions but takes time to share answers.

A good dad makes time for fun.

A good dad loves his children’s mother.

I am glad to say my children have a good dad. 🙂

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Emotion(s)

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Theme: Emotion(s)| Become a Photo Hunter

I skimmed through several photos and couldn’t really find a variety of emotions. We probably don’t take pictures of the negative ones. 🙂 And some of the ones like surprise or being perturbed I would want to get the subject’s permission before posting and I don’t have time to chase that down today. So I am going to post one that I just posted in May that to me says, “Joy.”

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This is my oldest son and I about 23 years ago.

Thursday Thirteen: Dad’s Famous Sayings

In honor of Father’s Day this Sunday, I thought I’d salute dads and post lines that seem common to dads everywhere. Did your dad say these? Can you think of any others?

1. Do you think I am made of money? (or Do you think money grows on trees?)

2. This is going to hurt me a lot worse than it will hurt you.

3. You’re not leaving my house dressed like that!

4. Close the door. Were you born in a barn?

5. As long as you live under my roof, you will live by my rules.

6. Don’t make me stop this car!

7. “Hey” is for horses.

8. When I was your age , I….

9. You didn’t beat me. I let you win.

10. Who said life was supposed to be fair? Life is not fair.

11. I’ll tell you why. Because I said so. That’s why.

12. What are your intentions with my daughter?

13. You’ve got a headache? Here, let me step on your toe, and you’ll forget your head hurts.

More Thursday Thirteens are here.

(Graphic courtesy of Snapshots of Joy)

Comings and goings

I mentioned a while back that various ones of us were going to be traveling throughout the summer.

Jim and Jeremy just got back from Brazil, and Jason left Friday to spend the summer in CA counseling at a Christian camp. Jesse and I were alone most of the weekend — it felt so strange! I didn’t mention it while they were gone — didn’t want any cyberstalkers to know!

Jim and Jeremy left Monday and just got back Sunday. Jim’s company had a conference, and Jim invited Jeremy to go along: if Jeremy could pay his own airfare, everything else was pretty much covered. Jim has traveled internationally once before but this was Jeremy’s first time.

Jim’s passport got pickpocketed at one point, but thankfully just a short time later someone came along with it. Whether the pickpocket was after his wallet and dropped the passport when he realized that’s what he had, or whether someone actually took the passport hoping to get a reward for bringing it back. we don’t know, but I am thankful his wallet wasn’t taken and that the passport was returned before they had the headache of dealing with the logistics of that.

Jim’s cell phone was supposed to have an international plan, but his cell phone wouldn’t work there. However, we were able to talk through Skype — somehow he used it on his computer to call the house for just a few cents a minute whereas the phone call would have been $2 a minute. Once he called through Jason’s Internet tablet and we actually got to see each other while talking (and I am glad I don’t have to understand these devices to use them). So we pretty much got to talk every day.

This is Jason’s fourth summer going to CA, and you’d think we’d be used to it by now. With all the discussion and preparation for going, it didn’t really hit me until I walked him out to his car, then I got teary but held off crying til after he left.

He was flying out of Charlotte way early Sat. morning, so we decided, instead of getting up at 3 in the morning and having that drive with little leeway if something happened with the car or whatever on the way and being groggy behind the wheel, he should drive there Fri. night and stay in a hotel using Jim’s points (something like frequent flyer miles, but for hotel usage). Jim and Jeremy were flying into the same airport, so the car would stay at the airport for a little more than a day til they got there.

All of the gadgets we have access to (and we are a gadget family) like GPS devices and cell phones and directions from the computer do help a lot in sending a child off, but it is still not easy. My mind was tumbling with last minute reminders and instructions as Jason was leaving and I finally had to tell myself to just stop. We had already talked about everything, and going over it all again would just add to the nervousness. Part of letting them grow up is letting them take responsibilities and deal with the ups and downs of everything involved.

I am happy to say everyone’s travel plans went well and everyone arrived at their destinations with relative ease. Traveling is draining even as quickly and relatively easily as it is these days compared to what it used to be.

Everything went well at home, too — no broken appliances or cars or anything else that a wife can dread happening while a husband is away. Laundry, dishes, recycling, and getting ready for church are all a lot easier with just two! Meals aren’t — I tend to just go with simple stuff when there are just two or three of us at home. But with the empty nest looming in the next several years, I need to brush up on that. I do get Cooking For Two magazine — I should probably put those recipes in a separate file for quick reference.

And it’s odd to discover that one can enjoy quiet and solitude and still be lonely at the same time. Nights are the hardest — aside from safety issues, Mother Hen likes to know everyone is safely tucked in at night and there is an unsettled feeling when everyone’s not there. I supposed I’ll have to get used to that in the coming years. But I won’t think about that now. 🙂

This and that

  • Do you ever feel that, once this event or that obligation is over, then things will get back to “normal” and you can get other things done. And then on the horizon is the next event or obligation. And then you begin to wonder if maybe this is normal? 🙂
  • Thanks for all your thoughts and kind words in regard to my mom yesterday.
  • We had a nice day yesterday, with lots of great food and plenty of leftovers for lunch today! Jim had suggested going to a park, but I felt the parks would probably be crowded yesterday. Yet reading about all the folks who went somewhere yesterday almost makes me feel maybe we should have. I’m not a fan of packing up food just to go cook it somewhere else just to eat outside…and with the kids being older, there’s not the fun of letting them play on the playground or watching them feed ducks, etc. I wish we had done one of the suggestions on the link about observing Memorial Day that I posted yesterday — finding information about one person who gave their life for our country and reading about him or her to the kids, to personalize what we’re observing. But I didn’t see that early enough to prepare for it. I hope to next year.
  • Jesse just finished school Friday, so this feels like the first day of summer vacation to me. I haven’t quite fathomed that my youngest is now a high school freshman! :O
  • Jesse is (im)patiently waiting for me to get done with the computer and came to see if I was nearly done. While waiting he was bent over reading what I was writing, and I whispered, “I don’t like people reading over my shoulder.” He said, “I wasn’t reading over your shoulder. I was reading beside you.” Smart aleck!! 😀
  • I love the more laid back pace of summer (especially not having to set the alarm clock!) but it always takes a few days to adjust to everyone being home and the higher noise level and the loss of solitude. None of the rooms in our house closes off from the others except the bedrooms and bathrooms, so from here in the sunroom where the computer is or the living room or kitchen, I can hear the cartoons or video games from the family room. Plus one of my sons is just loud!! And constantly making noise!
  • Everyone is traveling somewhere over the summer — a couple of them out of the country! — except me. I’m a homebody who doesn’t like to travel, so I don’t mind at all being the one to “stay by the stuff” and “keep the home fires burning.” I will probably say more about those travels after they occur. I don’t think any cyberstalkers are paying attention to me, but, still, I’d rather play it safe.
  • I need to sit down and make a list of things I want to get done this summer. Much as I like the more laid-back pace, it is very easy to just drift through the days and get nothing of consequence accomplished.

One of the biggest changes for us will be that my mother-in-law will be moving here from Idaho to stay in an assisted living facility. She can’t live alone any more and all the family is leaving the area there one by one. We don’t want her in a facility there because we wouldn’t really know how she is doing — she is one who says everything is “fine” because she doesn’t want anyone to worry, no matter what is going on. Plus there would be no one there to visit her. Out of all her kids, our family has the most time available, plus the cost of such facilities is much lower here than out in CA where Jim’s brother is.

At first she did not want to move at all, understandably. She’s been in ID some 35 years or so, I think, so this is a big change, not to mention not being able to live independently any more. I am hoping and praying that it will not be too traumatic for her.

My husband visited several facilities in the area and found one he liked a lot. He went last week to make arrangements and sign papers. He took pictures to send to his mom, and asked one of the residents if he could take a picture of her garden area to send his mom. She readily agreed and said, “Tell her we’d love to have her!” The people there seem friendly, happy, and open, so that helps a lot. The administration seemed great and answered a lot of questions we had. The whole set-up seems really good. I think once she adjusts to the changes and gives it a chance, she will do well, but it is going to be an adjustment period for all of us.

One of the biggest adjustments for us will be that we have never lived near family. It has always been “feast or famine” in that regard — either far apart with occasional letters and phone calls, or a big trip with everyone visiting for several days. So just the time factor and the social obligations of having family nearby is something we’re not used to. Jim said we probably shouldn’t try to go over every day — that probably would not be good for us or for her. But we plan to pick her up for church on Sundays and then have her spend the day here, and I am sure we’ll be over several times during the week. We’ll juts have to play it by ear for a while. I’d be less than honest if I didn’t admit I am a little apprehensive about several factors, but we fell this is what the Lord would have us do, so we can trust for His wisdom and grace.

With these new changes I am contemplating whether I should lay aside some of the other things I am doing, particularly a couple of the other smaller ministries at church. That’s one of the things I need to sit down and think through. Maybe we’ll just see how it goes for a while.

Well, Jesse has been very good and patient, and I need to let him have his “turn” at the computer now. 🙂 Have a good day!

Remembering Mom

This Memorial Day happens to coincide with what would have been my mom’s 71st birthday. She passed away in December of 2005. I wrote more about her here, so I won’t repeat all of that. But I just wanted to pause and pay tribute to her memory.

My mom and me:

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Before my wedding:

My mom and step-dad:

Mom, I miss our phone calls and your love and thoughtfulness. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.

A pleasant Mother’s Day

My family does a lot to make Mother’s Day special for me. I don’t remember when Jim started this, but for the last several years he has made a special Mother’s Day meal, assigning each of the boys a task. Yesterday he grilled Marinated Ham Steak (recipe at the end an overly long post there) and sausage, and set one boy to making Rice-a-Roni, one to making a salad, and one making corn on the cob. Jim shops for the ingredients on Saturday and they all work together to clean up after the meal on Sunday. It’s wonderful. Years ago I heard our then youth pastor say that in his family they took turns washing dishes for his mom on Mother’s Day, and I thought…I am glad I am in the family I am in! (For more reasons than that, of course!). Getting the dishes washed once a year is ok, but I enjoy having the whole day off. And though I enjoy a nice meal out probably more than anyone else in the family, the restaurants here are overly crowded on Sundays anyway — I can just imagine what they’re like on Mother’s Day (in fact, when we got done eating, Jim said, “I bet the folks at Outback are still in line.”) For years we have generally avoided going out to eat on Sundays anyway, but that’s a different post. I enjoy coming home to curl up with a book or putter around on the computer that one Sunday a year.

I do make breakfast as usual. Our Sunday mornings are pretty well scheduled — we just have one shower and have to get ready in shifts, so it seemed prudent to just keep that as it was.

After dinner I opened my family’s gifts. I received several books, a book of vintage-looking scrapbooking paper, a punch tool that makes a lacy edge on paper, a gift card to Michael’s, a plaque with John 13:35 on it, another plaque about Moms (which matches the plaque that son’s girlfriend gave me here about being a second Mom), and a Deluxe Scrabble game (this one happens to have black and silver features and lettering). What I like best about it is that the board is on a turntable so no player has to look at the board upside down. I love word games but can hardly ever get my family to play with me. But four of us played last night, and it was fun. And hopefully they’ll play with me again some time. 🙂

Church yesterday morning didn’t really focus much on Mother’s Day, which was unusual, but at the evening service opportunity was given for every mom who wanted to to request a verse or two of a favorite song. Though that was nice, it went on for a long time! They didn’t want to cut off anyone’s opportunity. Then there were a few testimonies having something to do with mothers, and it was interesting the variety that came up — there was one from a young mom whose baby has had complications since before birth praising God for the way He has manifested Himself through her baby’s life so far, a teen-ager thanking God for his mother’s help and support through a recent diabetes diagnosis, another thankful for his mom’s support through a family trial, a husband thankful for his wife and the good job she did with their daughters while he was often gone with his job, an older man who was thankful for the single lady who led him to the Lord and the opportunity he had in later years to lead his parents to Him. It was a blessing to hear all of those.

The last couple of Mother’s Days have had something of a pang with missing my mom. Usually in the evening after church I would call her and we’d chat – -seldom for less than an hour. There were a few moments of missing her intensely, but it wasn’t quite as hard as the last two years — maybe due to the passage of time, maybe because the time I usually talked to her was the time we were all playing my new game. We did talk to my husband’s mom later in the evening.

I have several tasks on the agenda for this week, so I had better get to them. But I want to thank my family for the lovely day and all the special and thoughtful things you did!