A few poems for Mother’s Day

I have several poems in my files about mothers. With Mother’s Day coming up I thought I’d post a few of them here.

This first one was written by Amy Carmichael. I had mentioned Amy Carmichael a few months ago, who, though she had
no children of her own, had a mother’s heart for the ones in the orphanages God used her to start to rescue children from being sold into a life of evil in India. This poem has been a blessing to me in thinking of and praying for my own children.

Father, hear us, we are praying,
Hear the words our hearts are saying,
We are praying for our children.

Keep them from the powers of evil,
From the secret, hidden peril,
Father, hear us for our children.

From the whirlpool that would suck them,
From the treacherous quicksand, pluck them,
Father, hear us for our children.

From the worldling’s hollow gladness,
From the sting of faithless sadness,
Father. Father, keep our children

Through life’s troubled waters steer them,
Through life’s bitter battle cheer them,
Father, Father, be thou near them.

Read the language of our longing,
Read the wordless pleading thronging,
Holy Father, for our children.

And wherever they may bide,
Lead them home at eventide.

This one was an encouragement to me that I could pray along the way when it seemed there wasn’t much time to get alone and pray when children were small.

The while she darns her children’s socks
She prays for little stumbling feet.
Each folded pair within its box
Fits faith’s bright sandals, sure and fleet.

While washing out, with mother pains,
Small dusty suits and socks and slips,
She prays that God may cleanse the stains
From little hearts and hands and lips.

And when she breaks the fragrant bread
Or pours each portion in its cup,
For grace to keep their spirits fed,
Her mother-heart is lifted up!

Oh, busy ones, whose souls grow faint
Whose tasks seem longer than the day,
It doesn’t take a cloistered saint
To find a little time to pray!

–Author unknown

The following captures something I prayed for often — patience, kindness, gentleness.

Father in Heaven, make me wise,
So that my gaze may never meet
A question in my children’s eyes;
God keep me always kind and sweet.

And patient, too, before their need;
Let each vexation know its place,
Let gentleness be all my creed,
Let laughter live upon my face!

A mother’s day is very long,
There are so many things to do!
But never let me lose my song
Before the hardest day is through.

– Margaret E. Sangster

This one reminds me of my blessings.

Dear Lord, it’s such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray,
For life’s been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom.

Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with building blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose.

Fitting lids on bottles of bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last weeks mail to read,
So, where’s the quiet time I need?

Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I see then, in my small one’s face
That you have blessed me
All the while….
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile.

— Author unknown

I have many more but I don’t want to overwhelm anyone. 🙂  I may post a few more later, or I may save some for next year. Hope you enjoyed them. 🙂

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Mother Sewing by Mary Cassatt

Courtesy of AllPosters.com 

Thursday Thirteen: Mother’s Dictionary

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This has made the e-mails rounds several times over, so it’s probably old to many. But I thought these were funny even after several readings, and appropriate for Mother’s Day coming up. There are just a few more than thirteen, but I’ll let you have those free. 🙂 The lovely Thursday Thirteen banner above was made by Yellow Rose.

ADULTS: Group of people Mom longs to communicate with after several hours of talking in small words about topics like “who touched who first”

BATHROOM: A room used by the entire family, believed by all except Mom to be self-cleaning.

BECAUSE: Mom’s reason for having kids do things which can’t be explained logically.

CHINA: Legendary nation reportedly populated by starving children who love leftover vegetables.

DATE: Infrequent outings with Dad where Mom can enjoy worrying about the kids in a different setting.

FEEDBACK: The inevitable result when the baby doesn’t appreciate the strained carrots.

LOOK OUT!: What it’s too late for your child to do by the time you scream it.

PUDDLE: A small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry shoes into it.

STERILIZE: What you do to your first baby’s pacifier by boiling it and to your last baby’s pacifier by blowing on it.

SUNDAY BEST: Attractive, expensive children’s clothing made of a fabric which attracts melted chocolate and grape juice.

TEMPER TANTRUMS: What you should keep to a minimum so as to not upset the children.

TOP BUNK: Where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies.

“WHEN YOUR FATHER GETS HOME”: Standard measurement of time between crime and punishment.

WHOOPS: An exclamation that translates roughly to “Get a sponge.”

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I Corinthians 13 for mothers

I Corinthians 13 Paraphrased For Mothers
Adapted by Jim Fowler

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper ­ not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness not godliness.

If I scream at my children for every infraction, and fault them for every mess they make, but have not love, my children become people-pleasers­ not obedient children.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child’s laugh.

Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love accepts the fact that I am the ever-present “mommy,” the taxi-driver to every childhood event, the counselor when my children fail or are hurt.

Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, and runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God’s perfection of my child. All the projections I had for my house and my children have faded away into insignificance, and what remain are the memories of my kids.

Now there abides in my home scratches on most of the furniture, dishes with missing place settings, and bedroom walls full of stickers, posters and markings,

But the greatest of all is the Love that permeates my relationships with my children.

Works-For-Me Wednesday: “Thy list be done”

The following is from A Lamp For My Feet by Elisabeth Elliot:

I am a list-maker. Every day I make a list of what I must do. I have an engagement calendar and an engagement book. I have a grocery list on the wall beside the refrigerator, last year’s Christmas list in this year’s engagement book (so I won’t duplicate gifts), a master list for packing my suitcase (so I won’t forget anything), a prayer list (a daily one and a special one for each day of the week), and several others.

Recently a wholly unexpected minor operation badly interrupted my list of things to be done that week. But because God is my sovereign Lord, I was not worried. He manages perfectly, day and night, year in and year out, the movements of the stars, the wheeling of the planets, the staggering coordination of events that goes on on the molecular level in order to hold things together. There is no doubt that he can manage the timing of my days and weeks. So I can pray in confidence, Thy list, not mine, be done.

wfmwheader_4.jpgWhen I first thought of posting this today, I hadn’t intended it for a WFMW post. But it is one of the best tips or reminders for me. I can get very frustrated when my list, my carefully thought-out and even prayed-over plans and goals, are thwarted, and that can lead to anger at the people or circumstances that hindered them. I have to remember that everything I have is the Lord’s, including my time and my schedule. He either directly intervenes or allows for those speed bumps or road blocks along the way. When I remember that, I can handle them with grace and seek His will and wisdom about what He wants the next step to be and what really needs to get done.

See Rocks In My Dryer for more WFMW tips.

One of my favorite people

from_cannibalism_small.jpgSeveral weeks ago at our ladies’ meeting one of my favorite people in all the world spoke to us. Margaret Stringer was a missionary to Indonesia (then known as Irian Jaya, now West Papua) for over 40 years. She’s been “retired” from the field for the last 2-3 years, but she stays more active than a lot of people half her age. When she retired she thought she would never have an opportunity to go back, but she was able to go for several weeks last November and December. She showed some video footage (24 minutes condensed from 5 hours) while she told us what was going on, interspersed with some history here and there of the people.I tell you — seeing footage of former cannibals and headhunters now singing hymns, hearing about the most powerful and feared witch doctor in the area who became a believer and whose son is now the head of the church — that just does something to your heart. The same God who performed miracles in lives in Bible times, who worked through Hudson Taylor and Amy Carmichael and other well-known missionaries in centuries past, is still the same God today and still has the same power to change lives.

Margaret and her co-worker were the last of what was a pretty good-sized mission station, with a doctor and his wife, and I think other missionary couples and three single ladies, if I remember correctly. There are some missionaries who go to work in one church in another country for life, and there are others who go to various places and start works, then “work themselves out of a job” by training the new believers to take over their own church — there’s a place for both types. But Margaret’s village was the latter type. I appreciated the way she endeavored to help them not to be too dependent on her. When they asked her to name the church, for instance, she told them they should name it.

She told us about one man who, during this visit, said something like, “When you left us, I was very sad for a long time. But you told us you were leaving God here, and He helped me. So when you leave this time, I will be sad, but not for as long a time, because God is here with me.” She said that’s not exactly how she put it to him, it it was so neat he got the concept that God was still there and didn’t leave when she did, and he could depend on Him.

I was amazed at her fearlessness. In one piece of footage, she was getting out of a boat to see one of the villages she used to work in, and one man took her hand and began leading her away. Her friend said, “Where are you going?” She said, “I don’t know!” As people came to greet her and hug her, the man would stop for a few minutes, and then take her hand and lead her away again. Finally he led her to his house, where he had prepared lunch for them.

Margaret can tell tales about harrowing, scary experiences that have us all in stitches laughing.

Some years ago before she retired, I asked her if she had ever considered writing a book, and she said yes, she was thinking about it. She’s had such interesting life experiences that she tells in such an engaging way, and the Lord’s hand has been so obviously in her life, I really feel these stories need to be shared.

Her first book is out now, titled From Cannibalism to Christianity. She had several copies with her that night, so I got one for myself plus two to give away to my mother-in-law and one friend who couldn’t come.

This book tells the story of one particular village, from first contact to the establishment of a full-fledged church. There are hilarious moments as well as frightening ones. But what joy there is in seeing the light of understanding dawn after repeated sharing of the gospel. I don’t remember if Margaret said this in the book, but I know I heard her say while speaking to us that there were moments when she thought, “This isn’t going to make sense to them.” Imagine sharing the Word of God with someone who doesn’t know anything about it and doesn’t know who God is. Yet they did share God’s Word by faith, and the Holy Spirit gave understanding and conviction.

Secularists don’t have to worry about the people’s culture being infringed on. The people still have their own traditions and culture. But they also have hope and life. As I said in an earlier post, I don’t know why anyone, even the most unchristian person on the planet, would have any objection to helping people get rid of traditions like cannibalism and killing a twin baby.

I asked Margaret’s cousin (I believe that’s who it was — either a cousin or a sister-in-law) who came with her if Margaret was writing any more books. She said Margaret had some in mind but had a hard time getting still enough to write with all the invitations to speak. I hope she keeps having opportunities to speak, but I hope some time she can find a way to keep writing, too. I would love to read her life story some time.

Come, Come Unto Me

A young man sang this song in church last night, and it so touched my heart. Then today I received a new CD of the Northland Camp Singers and Orchestra titled “Compete In Thee,” and discovered this song there! It is based on Matthew 11:28-29: “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.”

The words and music are by Ken Dosso

Come, Come Unto Me 

Come, come unto Me,
All you who are weary,
All who are weak, tired and lonely.
Come, come unto Me.
Strong arms will enfold you and lift you up.
Oh, come unto Me.

Come, come unto Me.
Bring Me all your burdens.
Show Me your wounds, and I’ll soothe them.
Oh, come, come unto Me.
Drink now of my goodness, and rest your soul.
Oh, come unto Me.

All are invited; there’s none who aren’t welcome
To know of my comfort and peace.
My arms are opened, and My voice is calling to come,
Simply trust and believe.

Oh, Come, come unto Me.
Live with Me forever.
All those who seek Me will find Me!
Oh, come, come unto Me,
Strong arms will enfold you, and lift you up.
Oh, come unto Me.
I’ll lift you up:
Oh, come unto Me.

Cal Thomas hit the nail on the head

I don’t often give the op/ed page in the newspaper much more than a quick glance, but Cal Thomas’s column caught my eye today. It’s titled “Closing one door, opening another” (it is dated May 4 at this link but was just in our paper today).

I won’t go into the details he discusses, but these paragraphs echo something I have thought for years:

This is not to say there is no role for conservative Christians in the civic life of their nation. There is. But Christians must first understand that the issues they most care about — abortion, same-sex “marriage” and cultural rot — are not caused by bad politics, but are matters of the heart and soul.

Some evangelicals wish to broaden the political agenda beyond these issues to poverty, social justice and the environment. Politics can never completely cure the ills of any of these, but the message Christians bring about salvation and redemption can. Besides, they can never “convert” people to their point of view.

Nothing in the Bible commands believers to reform or redeem society through government and politics alone, or even mainly. Neither is there any expectation that non-Christians will be converted to the Christian point of view, which can vary on some topics, through politics.

This is so true.

We have a rare privilege in this country to be able to make our voice heard, to tell our leaders what we think, to write letters to the editor, to have a part in campaigns and causes. And we should. I think many of us will be accountable for our lack of action in many of these areas.

Yet, as Mr. Thomas said so well, our hope is not in politics. We’re never called to “redeem the culture.” We’re called to share the gospel and make disciples. Christ is the only One who can change hearts.

People’s opinions on issues are not going to change unless their hearts are changed.

If we did get legislation changed to outlaw abortion and restore a Biblical view of marriage and restrict the indecency so prevalent in our culture, yet all of the people impacted went to hell when they died, what good were our efforts?

7 random facts

I was tagged by Janeen to do a 7 random facts meme. You wouldn’t think it would be that hard to come up with 7 facts about oneself, but I had to think about it a while! Thankfully it’s not the six weird things meme — though you might think some of these weird. 🙂

Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

1. I’ve lived in TX and SC for most of my life, with a brief 4-year stint in GA.

2. I don’t really enjoy cooking even though I was a Home Ec. Ed. major. 😳

3. I’m hot-natured (my husband says our house is like a meat locker. )

4. I cannot stand repetitive noises. I don’t know why. It just makes me feel like I’m going to come out of my skin. One of my sons used to continually be tapping or drumming fingers or something, and I’d try to be patient, but then blurt out, “Would you please stop that?!” Poor guy. You can imagine I am therefore not fond of the guy beside me in traffic whose base is throbbing through my windows.

5. I am a pastel person — I love pinks, softs blues and greens. I don’t care for red, orange, or yellow. The only time I liked bright colors was when my children were small — I liked brighter colors on their clothes and in their room.

6. Even though I know someone else has locked up, I feel compelled to check the doors before I go to bed.

7. Though I don’t consider myself obsessive/compulsive in general, I lean a little that way with my refrigerator. I like having things always in the same place so no one has to open the door and ask “Where’s the….” whatever (though some do no matter what 🙂 ).

Now I am supposed to tag 7 more people. I have seen this meme here and there but don’t remember where, so, if you haven’t done this yet, I tag:

Bet (Grades are turned in and you can come out and play now. 😀 )
Jen
Karla
Addie
Jungle Mom (when you recover from your surgery)
Kim (when you get back from your break)
Susan (when you recover from moving)

Psalm Sunday: Psalm 17


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Psalm 17 (New King James Version)

A Prayer of David.

1 Hear a just cause, O LORD,
Attend to my cry;
Give ear to my prayer
which is not from deceitful lips.
2 Let my vindication come from Your presence;
Let Your eyes look on the things that are upright.

3 You have tested my heart;
You have visited
me in the night;
You have tried me and have found nothing;
I have purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.
4 Concerning the works of men,
By the word of Your lips,
I have kept away from the paths of the destroyer.
5 Uphold my steps in Your paths,
That my footsteps may not slip.

6 I have called upon You, for You will hear me, O God;
Incline Your ear to me,
and hear my speech.
7 Show Your marvelous lovingkindness by Your right hand,
O You who save those who trust
in You
From those who rise up
against them.
8 Keep me as the apple of Your eye;
Hide me under the shadow of Your wings,
9 From the wicked who oppress me,
From my deadly enemies who surround me.

10 They have closed up their fat hearts;
With their mouths they speak proudly.
11 They have now surrounded us in our steps;
They have set their eyes, crouching down to the earth,
12 As a lion is eager to tear his prey,
And like a young lion lurking in secret places.

13 Arise, O LORD,
Confront him, cast him down;
Deliver my life from the wicked with Your sword,
14 With Your hand from men, O LORD,
From men of the world
who have their portion in this life,
And whose belly You fill with Your hidden treasure.
They are satisfied with children,
And leave the rest of their
possession for their babes.

15 As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness;
I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness.

The first few verses here are convicting to me. I can pray knowing that my cause is just and my prayer is sincere (v. 1), but the thought of God testing me and trying me and finding nothing to reprove (v. 3) seems almost impossible — it seems there is constantly something that needs to be corrected in my life.

We know from other Scripture that harboring sin in our hearts can block God’s answers to our prayers. ” If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord will not hear me” (Psalm 66:18). “Behold, the LORD’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: But your iniquities have separated between you and your God, and your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear” (Isaiah 59:1-2).

Thankfully God shows us these things not just to get after us, but so we can get it taken care of and have a clean slate before Him. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (I John 1:9).

The last part of verse 3 reminds me that one step in keeping my mouth from transgressing is to “purpose” that, to determine it in my heart. I can still only resist it by the Lord’s grace. I might still slip up, but I will do so less.

By God’s Word we’re kept from the path of the destroyer (v. 4). By prayer we’re kept from slipping (v. 5). Verse 6-9 expand on that prayer, pleading for the Lord’s help, care, and protection from the enemies who are described in verses 9-12.

In v. 13 David asks God to confront and cast down the wicked “men of the world” (v. 14) who have set themselves against him and to deliver him. He comforts himself with the knowledge that some day he will behold the Lord’s face in righteousness.

We may not be hunted down by enemies in quite the same way David was (although we do need to remember that in some parts of the world Christians are still persecuted severely and we need to pray for them). But try to take any kind of stand for the Lord in your community, and you’ll face ridicule, misrepresentation, sometimes ostracism, sometimes falsehoods being told about you, not to mention just general negative reactions. It can be frightening to read letters to the editor full of vitriol against Christians, and I wonder where it will lead in the coming years. The ungodly in this day and time fight against us in different ways. Yet our recourse is the same as David’s: our care and defense is of the Lord. We search our hearts, consult God’s Word, pray, appeal to Him to show His lovingkindness, keep us as the apple of his eye, hide us in the shadow of His wings, confront and cast down the wicked, and deliver us.

Show Your marvelous lovingkindness by Your right hand,
O You who save those who trust
in You
From those who rise up
against them.

You can see more mediations of this Psalm at the site of our hostess, Erica of Butterfly Kisses.

None Like You

Creator of the moon and stars, of mountains reaching high,
Creator of the galaxies who hears a baby’s cry.
Eternity, with all its years, stands present in Your view.
Alpha and Omega, Lord, there is none like You.

You make the wilderness to bloom and in the desert sand,
Provide the gentle, soaking rain, refreshing thirsty land.
You send the warming of the sun, the fragile snowflake too.
We bow in gratitude, O Lord, there is none like You.

You paint the rainbow on the storm and tell the wind to cease,
You reach out with tender hand, creation is at peace.
You speak Your Word and it is done, the universe obeys,
But we are free to choose, Your children sing Your praise.

Creator of the moon and stars, of mountains reaching high,
Creator of the galaxies who hears a baby’s cry.
Eternity, with all its years, stands present in Your view.
Alpha and Omega, Lord, there is none like You.

By Craig Courtney

A snippet may be heard here.