This week's devotional is a poem dedicated to my mother,
Christine Hanson, artist and author, August 31, 1917- March 1st, 2008.
As we grow older and look back at life, we realize mothers are human and make mistakes. My mother was not perfect as or none, but she was made of very special stuff. May we each learn to love each other more everyday, imperfections and all.
What Are Mothers Made Of?
Little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice,
According to a poem written long ago.
Little boys are made of things not quite so nice:
Dog tails - maybe even a frog leg, or toad?
Was the poet a mother of little girls?
Whom she always dressed in frills? Or the mother of brawny little boys, with rock-filled pockets.
And even bugs that gave chills and squeals?
Did she perhaps have one or more little one of each gender?
Whom she wrapped her arms around and loved so tender?
She watched them grow and mature in all things that made them special and unique.
She watched them grow and go looking for life, and love, and many things to seek.
Did the mother shed a tear when she found a special rock tucked away in a drawer?
Did the mother’s heart break when she found a piece of ribbon lying on the floor?
If we could ask the daughter and son now after they are very old and gray,
Just one question, if we could ask it, what would they say?
What are mothers made of in your opinion my friend?
Are they made of sunshiny days, or dark nights that seem to have no end?
Are they made of smiles and hugs, or tears and frowns?
Are they made of mourning garments or wedding gowns?
If we could look inside would there be a mix of good and bad?
Would we find a lot of happy with maybe a little sad?
The answer to the question we must each answer alone.
For we each had a mother, we didn't get here on our own.
What are mothers made of I ask you today?
Remember mothers are human, created not in rhymes.
Remember as you go and tell your mother you love her one more time.
Judy ParkerMothers Know
Mothers are of a very special lot.
They know when a tummy aches or when a fever gets too hot.
When those knees get scraped and elbows too,
Mothers know to simply give you a kiss and reach down and tie your shoe.
When your first love leaves and your world seems to be ending,
Mothers know how to hold you tight, your very heart defending.
When someone tells you that you're just not good enough,
Mothers know how to convince you not to believe all that stuff.
When you find true love, happiness, joy, and peace,
Mothers know how to celebrate with you in a celebration that never seems to cease.
Yes Mothers truly are a very special lot.
If you have a Mother hug her tight and realize what you've got.
You have a defender, a confidant, a true friend to share your life with everyday,
If you have a Mother you have someone to love you with a love that never goes away.
Leftover Rose Petals
Last week was Mother's Day and there were a lot or rose corsages given to a lot of mothers. Most mothers put them on and proudly wore them for the day. When the day ended what happened to those beautiful roses? One day really seems like a waste for such awesome beauty.
I can remember when I was a child, my own mother would sometime receive a corsage. She never wore them. She simply placed them in the freezer and said that way they would last forever. I believed her, but wondered what was the point of letting the beauty live forever if it's shut away in a cold, cold freezer never to be seen or touched or smelled. I suppose she just kept them there so if she ever needed something to make her smile, she could go take a glimpse of the rose's beauty sitting dormant in the freezer.
This year I received a rose corsage for Mother's Day. I have been someone's mother ever since I was eighteen, which has been quite awhile ago, and this was my first Mother's Day corsage ever. It was a special gift given by someone special. I wore the corsage for services at church. When I got home and took off the corsage, I touched the velvety soft petals and breathed the fragrant smell and laid it on my dresser. I looked and thought of the petals that would soon wither. I thought of my mother's frozen corsages from the past and thought of placing this one in my own freezer.
As I got to the refrigerator I changed my mind. I noticed a very short stem on my corsage. I found a very small vase, filled it with water and placed the rose inside. I sat the vase in my favorite spot where I,and others who passed by, enjoyed the rose's beauty all week.
Today I picked the left over rose petals from the very short stem and placed them in a special place where I keep special things. Now the beauty of those leftover rose petals has faded somewhat, but they now serve as keepsake of a priceless happy memory well preserved and as a reminder that their time before they withered was well spent.
As I picked off those remaining rose petals I thought of Jesus sometime being referred to as our Rose. I thought of how some who receive Him hide Him away hoping, I guess, to keep Him in a safe place where they know He is if they should happen to need Him to bring some joy their way. They may even have a keepsake somewhere, perhaps a date written in a Bible, that helps them remember the day they first met the Rose They see His beauty, experience the fragrance of His love, and feel the tender softness of His forgiveness that they know will last forever. They then seem to fail to realize such beauty should be shared with others. They keep Jesus packed away, preserved. If they happen to need Him, they know where they can go and retrieve Him. They don't really put Him on and wear Him. They never experience the joy of viewing His beauty everyday. Throughout their lives they kind of pick off little pieces, little petals from the Rose, as they need Him. They let a lot of the available beauty they could experience in Him just fade away as their own lives wither away.
Today think about those beautiful rose corsages you saw on Mother's Day. Think of all the beauty they brought to that day.
Today think about the beautiful Rose you first saw at some point in your life, maybe very recently, maybe a long time ago.
Are you making the most of the time He is spending with you here? Are you wearing your Rose? Are you wearing Jesus everyday? Are you displaying His beauty for all the world to see?
Have you only packed Him away in a safe place in case you happen to need Him to bring a smile your way?
Put Him On!!!!
Make sure at the end of your life as your time here begins to wither that you don't have any leftover Rose petals stored away somewhere that you could have put to good use by sharing all His beauty, all the tender softness of His forgiveness, and all the fragrance of His unending love with others.
Make sure you have made the most of every petal, every little aspect of Jesus Christ, in your life. Make sure His time with you here was well spent time