<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646</id><updated>2011-08-15T10:32:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-2107922358672182642</id><published>2010-11-01T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:48:56.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Love Your Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TM9id0FlH-I/AAAAAAAAE8o/N8ZRrlzcWHU/s1600/mym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TM9id0FlH-I/AAAAAAAAE8o/N8ZRrlzcWHU/s320/mym.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been blessed with a caring, Godly mother, consider yourself most blessed!&amp;nbsp; You ought to find every way possible to honor that mother and to esteem her very highly for the legacy of love that she has given you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your mother was not a Christian?  Perhaps she made many mistakes in raising you and you are emotionally wounded in some area today.  If you are a Christian, you are called to forgive her.  You can still honor your mother and treat her with dignity and respect…just because she was your mother.  God will bless you for doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing genuine love for your mother will leave you with no regrets…later.   We must learn to love our mothers while we can.   T. DeWitt Talmage said it best….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother-love:  Abuse cannot offend it, neglect cannot chill it; ;time cannot affect it; death cannot destroy it.  For harsh words it has gentle chiding; for a blow it has beneficent ministry; for neglect it has increasing watchfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, appreciate a mother’s love.  If you could only look in for an hour’s visit to her, you would rouse up in that aged one a whole world of blissful memories.  What if she does sit without talking much; she watched you for months when you knew not how to talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she has ailments to tell about; during 15 years you ran to her with every little scratch and bruise and she doctored your little finger carefully as a surgeon would bind the worst fracture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say she is childish now; I wonder if she ever saw you when you were childish?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no patience to walk with her on the street; she moves so slowly.  I wonder if she remembers the time when you were glad enough to go slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all going to age and grow old.  You will reap the same respect from your children that you have sown with your very own mother.  Don’t make excuses for why you do not show love and respect to your earthly mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-2107922358672182642?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/2107922358672182642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-love-your-mother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/2107922358672182642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/2107922358672182642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-love-your-mother.html' title='Do You Love Your Mother?'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TM9id0FlH-I/AAAAAAAAE8o/N8ZRrlzcWHU/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-1347600590191959673</id><published>2010-10-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:08:39.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things Come in Little Packages</title><content type='html'>Written By Rachael MacArthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TKUfjVIo0SI/AAAAAAAAEw0/7ICL1ZiQAUE/s1600/mym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TKUfjVIo0SI/AAAAAAAAEw0/7ICL1ZiQAUE/s320/mym.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear the statement “Good things come in little packages,” I am reminded of my amazing mother. What she lacks in height, she more than makes up for in character.  No one can doubt her integrity as she lives out the true Christian faith every day in front of us.   I most admire her for the stand she has taken for our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. She has been a genuine example of what it means to be a Christian and is truly a precious gem.   Raising her children by the Bible hasn’t always been easy for her, and indeed, there have been many trials and struggles along the way, but the Lord has deeply blessed her for her faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 directs us to “lean not unto thine own understanding” but instead to trust in the Lord.  Taking these verses to heart, my mom has made this her life’s motto.   In many cases, trusting the Lord was all she could do.   One could easily say she is the virtuous woman described in Proverbs 31, for “she looketh well to the ways of her household.”   She has always exhibited patience when dealing with us children, and believe me, we weren’t exactly angels either.   While serious when the situation calls for it, my mother also knows how to have fun.   Thinking of all the times I’ve taken her for granted, I become deeply ashamed.   I can’t even begin to imagine life without her in it. It’s so amazing how she always knows how to make me feel all better when I’m sick or upset! Somehow life’s massive burdens don’t seem nearly as heavy with Mom there to help me carry the load.  In addition, it is extremely encouraging to see her dedication in reading her Bible and praying fervently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TKUf8lXeXsI/AAAAAAAAExA/dydugbWXnhQ/s1600/mym2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TKUf8lXeXsI/AAAAAAAAExA/dydugbWXnhQ/s320/mym2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard a song called “When Momma Prayed” that had me bawling immediately, because it so accurately described my incredible mother.  You see, when my momma prayed, we knew the Lord was listening.   In fact, our family is the way it is today because of her being on bended knees so much.  My dad is saved and serving God now and so is my older brother…because Mom prayed and believed God.  So much can be learned from this lovely little lady that I’m blessed to call…my mother.   In fact, if one would just take the time to get to know her,  they too, would certainly receive a blessing in return.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-1347600590191959673?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/1347600590191959673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-things-come-in-little-packages.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/1347600590191959673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/1347600590191959673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-things-come-in-little-packages.html' title='Good Things Come in Little Packages'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TKUfjVIo0SI/AAAAAAAAEw0/7ICL1ZiQAUE/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-2727566508717872928</id><published>2010-08-02T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:53:51.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom, A Woman of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TFd0tZE9hFI/AAAAAAAAEgY/b9vPFzXJI4c/s1600/MMM.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TFd0tZE9hFI/AAAAAAAAEgY/b9vPFzXJI4c/s320/MMM.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am so thankful that I can share my mom with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My mom has a special grace that is so uncommon to women today. This grace makes her extra special to me and those who know my mother will agree. She has the quiet ability to make herself ‘invisible’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Anyone who knows my mom, already recognizes the quiet grace of Christ-likeness, which is seen in her at those ‘invisible’ times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, yes, it is still my mom in the physical form, but if you look close enough, you will see that it is not her at all. It is her Lord showing and working through her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Because of this trait of ‘invisibility’, it manifests itself in gifts and services to others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many of her gifts are given without the recipient knowing who it is from. She serves to the best of her ability hoping to stay invisible to the lime light and leave all the glory to the Lord. She would tell you that she really does not do that much, but I know better. She does more than anybody could ever guess.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Another thing I appreciate about my mom shows up when people have hurt her. I have watched several times as friends and former students of hers have gone by the way side and left all they have been taught, in spite of all that she did for them. Instead of having a pity party for herself, she becomes ‘invisible’ to the hurt feelings and bitterness that could develop.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She just continues to love them and commits those people to her Lord, through prayer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Another grace I see in mom is the ability to read minds. Within&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;a very few seconds she can know exactly what I am thinking and feeling with just a simple glance at my face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She has had this&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;uncanny power ever since I can remember. Growing up I thought I was very good at hiding things from mom, but I really was not. She was always there for me with a waiting smile to cheer my sadness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her calm reassurance was there to still my nerves, share excitement in my happiness, or offer a stern look of disappointment when I disobeyed. It amazes me to this day how she can pretty much always know where I’m at, without my speaking a word! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My mother is also very thrifty!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her frugality was a much needed skill. Although my brother and I were very unaware of it growing up…. we were poor! We would have never guessed it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There was always plenty of food on the table and we never went hungry. I can remember being told that we should not expect many presents under the tree for every Christmas, but when each Christmas finally came, presents were somehow, miraculously overflowing from under the tree. Erich and I were not given just anything we wanted however.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mom and dad both taught us the value of earning things we wanted and showed us how to be thankful for what we had even if it was not the best name brand money could buy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TFd0xmJ0MnI/AAAAAAAAEgg/EqdH3J6JgvQ/s1600/MMM2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TFd0xmJ0MnI/AAAAAAAAEgg/EqdH3J6JgvQ/s320/MMM2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There is something new I have learned about my mom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She has only acquired this trait&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;in a little over three months time. This is the power of hypnosis. Now, there is no need to be anxious, unless of course you are a crying grandbaby! It is incredible to watch my newborn son, Micah, go from bawling to sleeping peacefully in Grandma’s arms, in no time at all!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is wonderful to see her love for him overflowing. It is assuring to know that Micah is always in good hands with his grandma.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I could go on and on as my mom has many more amazing and wonderful gifts. I am so thankful for her and cannot honor her enough. I am so blessed to have her as my mother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She may not be perfect, but, to me at least, she is about as close as they get. I honestly can say I have the best mom in the world!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-2727566508717872928?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/2727566508717872928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-mom-woman-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/2727566508717872928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/2727566508717872928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-mom-woman-of-grace.html' title='My Mom, A Woman of Grace'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TFd0tZE9hFI/AAAAAAAAEgY/b9vPFzXJI4c/s72-c/MMM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-4998900205926557083</id><published>2010-06-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:41:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom, My Godly Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TAaVlBOf2HI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/kep_qKV7S1c/s1600/mym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TAaVlBOf2HI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/kep_qKV7S1c/s320/mym.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My mom and I are complete opposites in so many ways.&amp;nbsp; It’s almost laughable! Almost…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As of late, I’ve often found myself wishing that more of my mother’s endearing qualities had passed a little bit stronger to me.&amp;nbsp; I have found that I am appreciating the person she is a whole lot more as time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If anyone is around my mother for long, they cannot miss the fact that when she does anything for her family or for her Saviour, that she does it to the very best of her ability.&amp;nbsp; Her perfectionist tendencies reveals itself.&amp;nbsp; I used to think of her perfectionism as a negative thing, but I see now that desiring for something to be done right and well, requires time and patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ugh…patience- a trait that I struggled to muster up in trying to apply myself to practicing as a first year violin player...blah!&amp;nbsp; I frustrated myself!&amp;nbsp; But now,&amp;nbsp; I see the redeeming qualities the spirit of patience has.&amp;nbsp; I do see it as something uniquely beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My mother has this quality and it makes her even more beautiful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God gets all the glory out of the work my mother does.&amp;nbsp; She knows, understands, and appreciates the life God has given her and grateful to be saved from the direction of her old life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Her love for her Saviour isn’t just shown through the words she speaks, but through her actions and the spirit of her actions.&amp;nbsp; This is a magnificent picture of Christ to me, because this was how His love was demonstrated for all of us.&amp;nbsp; It wasn’t just shown by the words He preached, but by the action of His dying for you and for me.&amp;nbsp; He did it in love. It took time.&amp;nbsp; It took unbelievable sacrifice. It was the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My mom dies all the time too. She dies to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That is what patience and perfectionism requires, and it really is what God requires of all His saints.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I Corinthians 10:31 “Whether therefore you eat, or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thank you, mom, for being this shining example to your daughter.&amp;nbsp; I really covet the ease you have of putting on the cloak of selflessness.&amp;nbsp; I love you much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your ‘Nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-4998900205926557083?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/4998900205926557083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mom-my-godly-example.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4998900205926557083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4998900205926557083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mom-my-godly-example.html' title='My Mom, My Godly Example'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/TAaVlBOf2HI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/kep_qKV7S1c/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-3739778448717562495</id><published>2010-05-01T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:43:54.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom, My Godly Example</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S9wpPvPGzMI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/LOjFNkIv8oM/s1600/mym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S9wpPvPGzMI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/LOjFNkIv8oM/s320/mym.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;written by Judy Diaz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.” Proverbs 27:17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time my mother has become one of my best friends, besides the Lord and the Word of God. My mom is the second person who I confide in, allowing me the opportunity to seek her understanding and wisdom to help with life situations, spiritual struggles, and be able to share with her ways in which the Lord has seen fit to work in my life.  Our friendship does describe the above verse, the encouragement and understanding heart of my mom sharpens the outlook and my view of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friendship did not just happen one day, it came through  the grace of God when both of us, having realized our sin state before Jehovah and chose to repent,  to turn from our sin, and place our trust in Jesus Christ.  My mom and I have a relationship with God and each other.  Without Jesus Christ, the friendship with my mom would not be what it is today; there would be no blessed hope, and no Holy Spirit to guide us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom has trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as her Saviour, the encouragement she has been to me in so many area of life has been evidenced. The most recent began on November 28, 2009 when her husband of thirty-six years, and our dad unexpectedly went home to be with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s daily fellowship with the LORD, has always been a constant example. I cannot remember a time when my mom did not get up in the morning sit at the kitchen table to read the Word of God, and pray. This time in fellowship with her LORD did not cease when her husband and our dad died.  It actually increased. &lt;br /&gt;You see, fellowship with her LORD, enabled my mom to praise God for her husband dying and going to heaven. God gave my mom amazing strength, peace and grace following the death of her husband, because she depended and continues to depend upon the Lord of her life. There is no doubt that my mom misses her husband, but she is learning that God is more than able to meet her every need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Now unto God and our Father be glory for ever and ever.”  Philippians 4:19,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship of mom with the Lord has been and continues to be an encouragement for me to follow.  To see my mom after her husband and our dad’s death grow still closer to the Lord by trusting Him to take care of her physical, emotional, spiritual needs and desires, has only been a greater encouragement and blessing. &lt;br /&gt;Thank-you, mom for your love, friendship, counsel, and godly example, of what a wife, mother, and woman should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-3739778448717562495?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/3739778448717562495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mom-my-godly-example.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/3739778448717562495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/3739778448717562495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mom-my-godly-example.html' title='My Mom, My Godly Example'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S9wpPvPGzMI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/LOjFNkIv8oM/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-8084663875128384504</id><published>2010-04-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:00:01.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom and Her Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S7aKwI-NZaI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/tj96fZ2kjr8/s1600/mym1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S7aKwI-NZaI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/tj96fZ2kjr8/s320/mym1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever met my Mom, you've no doubt come away with a smile on your face.  My mom is the perfect blend of spiritual mindedness and fun!  She strives to portray her "joy of the Lord" and is not satisfied with a mundane walk with her Saviour.  She truly harbors the talent of making others laugh, feel loved and appreciated.   I believe her gift of making others feel special is rare, yet crucial in reaching the lost.  It stems from a zeal for life and true compassion bound up in a heart of love for others. Her foremost desire is to be a witness that Christ can be seen in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom was born in Japan, due to her father being in the military, and lived in several different states growing up.  She was one of six children (four being boys) and there was never a dull moment in their household.  They have quite the adventures to share!   From prom queen, and fun-loving cheerleader, to a woman of prayer and devotion to the Lord, my Mom has learned a lot in her lifetime.  She'll be the first to tell you that there's nothing wrong with "having fun" but there's so much more to life than that.   Many do not know the trials and hardships my Mom has faced in her life, but the wisdom and discernment that she has gained from these experiences have shaped her into the wonderful, Godly woman she is today!  Before she was saved, she learned that "the way of the transgressor is hard".  Through the difficulties, and a life changing salvation, she has been refined into a woman of Godliness, and has become a woman of constant prayer.  She has seen firsthand that the Lord blesses those who love Him and desire to please Him with their all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S7aK45zblkI/AAAAAAAAD1g/6jkca6UKhZ0/s1600/mym2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S7aK45zblkI/AAAAAAAAD1g/6jkca6UKhZ0/s320/mym2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to my Mom in more ways than I can say, but a couple of the significant ways are her diligent prayer life and the way she relies on the Lord.  She always encourages me to pray about things, no matter if it's as simple as finding something I misplaced or a more serious matter of the heart.  I have seen the Lord answer her countless prayers and she has been faithful to give the Lord all the credit.  I'm forever grateful for her praying for my salvation and secondly the gift of a wonderful spouse.  She prayed diligently for the Lord to give me a Godly man to marry and by His grace, the Lord gave me just that!!   She is always willing to offer spiritual counsel, for which I deeply appreciate.  I've been at many crossroads of decision in my life and never once has she failed to speak the truth in love.  Without a doubt, I can say that my mom's steadfastness to the Lord and consistent prayer life helped to soften my heart to the gospel.  Her testimony was instrumental in helping me to see myself as a wicked, helpless sinner before a righteous Almighty God!   She has exemplified a fear of the Lord which in turn brings about wisdom and understanding.  Pr. 8:11 "For wisdom is better than rubies; and all the things that may be desired are not to be compared to it."  She has taught me the invaluable lesson of seeking for wisdom and Godliness out of fear of the Lord instead of the emptiness that the world has to offer.  She has known the world and warned me of its "pleasures of sin for a season", reminding me to stay faithful to the Lord no matter the cost.  When we keep the Lord FIRST, He will bless.  Through the heartaches of life she has demonstrated the importance of relying on the Lord for EVERYTHING!  She'll humbly tell you how the Lord has worked through her failures, turning them into successes because she was faithful to Him.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can be half the woman my mom is, I'll know I've done well…..thank you Mom for everything you've done for me, your Godly example and your unconditional love!  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-8084663875128384504?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/8084663875128384504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mom-and-her-joy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/8084663875128384504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/8084663875128384504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mom-and-her-joy.html' title='My Mom and Her Joy'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S7aKwI-NZaI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/tj96fZ2kjr8/s72-c/mym1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-7389803891163876181</id><published>2010-03-01T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:00:01.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2YiNg5RI/AAAAAAAADoo/gJv6R1sjoAg/s1600-h/mym1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2YiNg5RI/AAAAAAAADoo/gJv6R1sjoAg/s320/mym1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I recently spent some time with my cousin, Gayl, in Dallas, Texas, who was dying of cancer.&amp;nbsp; She is just a few years older than myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; During my visit with her, I was able to witness her only daughter as she loved and cared for her dying mother.&amp;nbsp; That was a blessing to me in more ways than I have time to recount in this brief article.&amp;nbsp; To say the least…it was precious and priceless!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2enlO-0I/AAAAAAAADow/_lgm3rU35gg/s1600-h/mym2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2enlO-0I/AAAAAAAADow/_lgm3rU35gg/s320/mym2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gayl and Kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;How seldom we take the time to bless and thank our mothers on this side of eternity.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of what kind of mother you think you might have had, God always blesses those&lt;em&gt; who honor their father &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;and their mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will go well with you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you about my mother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Audrey Stewart, born and raised on a farm, never had a college education but dedicated her life to being a helpmeet to my father, was the epitome of caring, grace, graciousness and Biblical womanhood.&amp;nbsp; My dear mother is about to celebrate her 79&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday and she is &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the same picture of these Proverbs 31 qualities!&amp;nbsp; How blessed I am to still have her in my life.&amp;nbsp; I do not take that for granted.&amp;nbsp; Yet, to have her here and to see her still reaching out that caring, gracious hand of mercy to others, is beyond a blessing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I don't ever remember hearing my mother complain about her lot in life.&amp;nbsp; I don't ever remember hearing her  berate my father because she didn't have something she thought she needed.&amp;nbsp; My mother was a "make something out of nothing" kind of mom.&amp;nbsp; I remember how she would take her own dresses and turn them in to fashions for myself, my siblings and even for her own grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; It was never a matter of "&lt;strong&gt;what could be done" &lt;/strong&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;"how she would go about getting it done". &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To this day, my mom busies herself generating a better idea for a recipe, someone's health need or her own personal needs.&amp;nbsp; She can smell a bargain ten miles away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Health crises in the life of my mother and father, caused them years ago, to rethink the way they live their lives and care for the health of their bodies.&amp;nbsp; My mother has been a consistent example of disciplined living.&amp;nbsp; So often, she has been that "Holy Spirit" who convicts us of the &lt;em&gt;better way &lt;/em&gt;to care for our temple.&amp;nbsp; I'm blessed when I listen to her wise counsel and when I haven't, I find myself later, scrambling to get to the place she had previously and wisely suggested.&amp;nbsp; It grieves her heart when she offers caring counsel to young women and their mothers, about a healthier way to raise their families and it is refused for lack of understanding. My mother has learned from many health counselors herself and that is what makes what she has to say now, so valuable.&amp;nbsp; There is truth in the adage, "&lt;strong&gt;you must be teachable to teach others".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Mother is a woman of many talents and I could go on and on about them.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember my mother's hands ever being idle. But what I am most grateful for…. is her heart for God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2k_TVx0I/AAAAAAAADo4/Oi1JtpkJYbM/s1600-h/mym3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2k_TVx0I/AAAAAAAADo4/Oi1JtpkJYbM/s320/mym3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Quiet as she may seem most of the time, my mother is full of discernment and much discretion.&amp;nbsp; She has the spiritual condition of most people pegged very quickly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecclesiastes 1:13 &amp;nbsp;"And I gave my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all things that are done under heaven:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 5:12&amp;nbsp; "But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Thank you Mother, for the wonderful, Godly legacy you are leaving behind. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While I have you with me…I will love and honor you while I can. It's my prayer that my own daughter will follow in the footsteps you have so carefully placed in front of both of us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love you Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-7389803891163876181?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/7389803891163876181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/7389803891163876181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/7389803891163876181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/03/meet-my-mom.html' title='Meet My Mom'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S4x2YiNg5RI/AAAAAAAADoo/gJv6R1sjoAg/s72-c/mym1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-3622735129544802763</id><published>2010-02-01T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:00:01.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Girl’s View of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S2d7UYP6lVI/AAAAAAAADfU/azqqe4RgAy4/s1600-h/mym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S2d7UYP6lVI/AAAAAAAADfU/azqqe4RgAy4/s320/mym.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My mom is special to me because she loves me!&amp;nbsp; My mom and I are close friends. &amp;nbsp;I think she is more special above all other moms because she's &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mom.&amp;nbsp; My mom sometimes gets upset at us kids, but later she will always ask us to forgive her, and of course, we do.&amp;nbsp; She encourages us, helps us and is very concerned about us getting saved and understanding the Bible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My mom works at the Christian School and it's special for me because she can be there for me when I need her.&amp;nbsp; She also works in our children's church and nurseries at church.&amp;nbsp; My mom loves babies and little children.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;She's also special to me because she writes little notes to me on my chalkboard.&amp;nbsp; When she writes to me, I feel all happy inside.&amp;nbsp; It makes me smile and I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My mom sometimes cleans my room for me and when I come home from school, it's all done!  I give my mom a big hug and say, "thank you"!  I am so glad and thankful that my mommy is the one God gave to me!&amp;nbsp; I could never have a better mom than &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-3622735129544802763?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/3622735129544802763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-girls-view-of-mom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/3622735129544802763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/3622735129544802763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-girls-view-of-mom.html' title='A Little Girl’s View of Mom'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/S2d7UYP6lVI/AAAAAAAADfU/azqqe4RgAy4/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-6173168070968292322</id><published>2010-01-02T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:53:55.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sz_OORVzR2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/rtiDjMYqnj4/s1600-h/mym1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sz_OORVzR2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/rtiDjMYqnj4/s320/mym1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother is a godly example to me.  She starts everyday with her Bible in her lap. She has been saved for almost 31 years and every year she has read the Bible through completely. But most importantly, she lives by the Bible. I see it most in the way she loves others, especially my dad. When God gives me a husband, I hope I can be as good a wife as my mom is.  They have been missionaries since I was born, and all my life I have seen how my mom has tried to help and encourage others. She is always doing extra special things for the ladies in our church and for lost ladies she is trying to reach for the Lord.  Just yesterday she went with Jana, one of our church members, to the grocery store to give a small gift wrapped package to each of the clerks. The package had a Christian book, ornament and candy . The clerks were amazed that somebody thought of them. My mom is good at thinking about these kinds of things and is a great example to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Mother is also my teacher. That isn’t always fun, especially when I don’t feel like doing school. :( But if it wasn’t for my mom, I would never have made it through to where I am ready to graduate this coming spring. She spends extra time helping me with my school and tests when they’re hard. She encourages me to work at my music. I have a voice teacher, but I don’t go alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sz_OVw1AQpI/AAAAAAAADYY/pEHv9-hWrnY/s1600-h/mym2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sz_OVw1AQpI/AAAAAAAADYY/pEHv9-hWrnY/s320/mym2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom does voice with me! We also played an instrumental  yesterday at the Christmas candlelight service together with Dad. I have homeschooled all the way through school, and it will really seem strange to me, when next year comes and my mom doesn’t order my new text books.   As great as it is to graduate, it will actually be kind of sad. But though I won’t be sitting with my mom homeschooling, the truth is, she will still be my teacher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, but not the least, my mom is also my close friend. We sit together sewing and doing crafts on the bed almost every night. And while we sew, we talk. I really appreciate all the time my mom gives to me. I am glad that she not only loves me, she likes me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad you could meet my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-6173168070968292322?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/6173168070968292322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mom.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/6173168070968292322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/6173168070968292322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sz_OORVzR2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/rtiDjMYqnj4/s72-c/mym1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-7017384348631064012</id><published>2009-12-01T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:00:02.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Beloved Mother Alice Eleanor McHugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SxViwzvGbVI/AAAAAAAADJc/6Xqvearf3xs/s1600/mym1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SxViwzvGbVI/AAAAAAAADJc/6Xqvearf3xs/s320/mym1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A little over 66 years ago my mother gave birth to me, her firstborn.  She held me on my first day of life.  On October 24th of this year, her last day on this side of Eternity,  I had the privilege to hold her, to sing to her, to reminisce over what a good mother she was to me and to tell her how much I loved her.   She was in great pain.  Even so, she opted not to have any pain medication because she wanted to spend every moment with my Dad, myself, my brothers, two of her grand daughters,and others, that she could. As I soothed the top of her brow, I remembered back in 1961 when she sat at my hospital bed and rubbed my head for hours.   She died early Sunday morning October 25th at age 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I owe so much to my mother.   She gave me life. My childhood was happy.  We walked together in our woods behind the house as she pointed out to me the wonders of God's creation....tall walnut trees, wildflowers, wild blueberries, and unique plants.   We found pictures in the clouds.  She modeled good moral character to me and was generous with her time and talents.  She never allowed her illness over the past 5-6 years to keep her from participating in life, getting out of the house as often as possible for church, ball games, hairdresser, exercise classes, and dining.  Knowing that she had a terminal illness impressed on us the importance of talking about the things of life that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;We were poor but always clean and well taught.  Most of my clothing was homemade. She was a stay at home mom, but kept very busy working at home  sewing, ironing, baking and babysitting to earn supplemental income.  Most of the children she babysat, considered her to be their second grandmother.   We were never left to ourselves.  Our home was a gathering place for all of the neighborhood kids.  She memorized football plays with my brothers.  She was a friend to our friends and to our teachers whom she yearly invited individually to our home for supper. If we got into trouble in school, there would be double trouble waiting for us  at home.  She was always very active in cub scouts and school parent teacher organizations and even won the Mother Of The Year award in our city one year.  She continued throughout her life to make decorative rugs and clothing that she gave to others, and she loved to make all kinds of candies and other goodies at Christmas time. She would then invite her church friends and neighbors in to enjoy them.  She always remembered special occasions with cards for everyone she knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;She was faithful in church and taught Sunday School for decades until the last few months of her life.  She took me to a church where I learned that I needed a personal relationship with the Lord.  My parents were our youth leaders when I was in high school.  She loved the Bible, read it through yearly, and depended on its truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SxViye348lI/AAAAAAAADJk/7SPR9EtHlvM/s1600/mym2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SxViye348lI/AAAAAAAADJk/7SPR9EtHlvM/s320/mym2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And she loved my Daddy!  Every day just before he returned home from work, she would comb her hair and put on her lipstick in preparation for greeting him.  They slipped away together each New Year's Eve for a sandwich at their favorite spot.  On their 50th wedding anniversary, I overheard someone ask her what it was like to live with someone for so many years.  Her reply was, "Oh, it's been fun!"  When we children got old enough to get our drivers licenses, my parents moved into the back seat of the car and let us drive while they sat there holding hands.  She carried his photo in her wallet which she called her pinup boy.  I found it still there last month.  She spent her last half hour staring into his eyes, smiled, and then died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I lived at home with my parents (with the exception of two of my college school years) until the day I married my husband.  I had opportunities then to move out on my own, but had no desire to do so.  Besides, it would've broken my mother's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The pastor who preached her funeral sermon reminded us that each snowflake is unique.  Then he said that we each have our own fragrance too, but more importantly there is a spiritual fragrance about us that is recognizable to others.  He spoke of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I have always wanted to be a blessing to my mother and to show her my love, but as a teenager, we quit telling each other that we loved each other. Many years later I chose to begin telling her "I love you" at the end of every conversation. It was difficult that first time, but I am so glad that I got to say it often.  I hope that she would be pleased with the woman I have turned out to be.  I will miss calling her every Saturday, always knowing that she was interested in my life and wanted the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;All my life long I have dreaded the day when my mother would die.  But when the time did come, I felt the Lord's presence with me in a grace-filled, strengthening way .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Her death and funeral is one of those "all places" where God was with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; "I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whither thou goest."  Genesis 28:15 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;She will live on in my memories and in the tremendous influence she was in my life.  I'm so glad  that I could introduce you to my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-7017384348631064012?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/7017384348631064012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-my-beloved-mother-alice-eleanor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/7017384348631064012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/7017384348631064012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-my-beloved-mother-alice-eleanor.html' title='Meet My Beloved Mother Alice Eleanor McHugh'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SxViwzvGbVI/AAAAAAAADJc/6Xqvearf3xs/s72-c/mym1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-6104386168482919930</id><published>2009-11-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:07:39.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother And My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Su9lPpu9UTI/AAAAAAAAC_E/yGSxkwSndG4/s1600-h/mym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Su9lPpu9UTI/AAAAAAAAC_E/yGSxkwSndG4/s320/mym.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked to write this paper, I was not sure what to say. My mom means to so much to me that I thought it would be difficult to put it into one paper. My mom is a wonderful woman who has come so far and is such a godly example for me and many others. She is an outstanding caregiver, a wise adviser, and an amazing friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far back as I can remember my mom has been diligent to take care of myself, my brothers, my dad, and our house. With five hungry mouths to feed, this has not always been easy, but she has continuously done an excellent job of it. Her perseverance has shaped my idea about hard work and housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I cook or do work around the house, I can always hear her gentle voice instructing me on the right way to do the task. For my whole life, my mom has not&amp;nbsp;only been the greatest caregiver but she has also been my counselor and guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the problem, I can always go to my mom for guidance. She has spent hours studying the Bible and listening to preaching so she could teach me about life. There have been many times, especially now during my teen-age years, were we have sat down and&amp;nbsp;discussed everything from Bible prophecy to dealing with adolescent emotions. Every time we've done this, we both come away enriched and closer spiritually and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is also not afraid to bring problems and concerns to my attention. Her love is all encompassing. As my counselor, Mom is unbeatable, but as my friend, she is also superb.&amp;nbsp; I'm blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a military family, there was a time when we were pretty much alone with just our family around us. Those times were hard, but they were essential in building the amazing friendship that my mom and I share today. Our relationship goes far beyond the typical mother- daughter bond, into a deep, close friendship that has been beneficial for both of us. She is my shopping&amp;nbsp;buddy, my fashion consultant, and my confidant. There have been many nights where we have talked far into the night about fun "girl"&amp;nbsp;things. Those have been the most wonderful times in my&amp;nbsp;life. My mom is undoubtedly my best friend other that Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caregiver, counselor, and companion, my mom is a wonderful woman.&amp;nbsp;She has let the fire of trials refine her into a shining vessel&amp;nbsp;of honor. Without her, I would be&amp;nbsp;lost and overwhelmed by life. She is the most important person&amp;nbsp;to me&amp;nbsp;(other than the Lord, of course). Mom, I love you with all my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-6104386168482919930?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/6104386168482919930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mother-and-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/6104386168482919930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/6104386168482919930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-mother-and-my-best-friend.html' title='My Mother And My Best Friend'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Su9lPpu9UTI/AAAAAAAAC_E/yGSxkwSndG4/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-8613828323066607907</id><published>2009-10-01T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:00:08.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom: Someone You Should Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SsQ4bGokt2I/AAAAAAAAC1U/4aajzpTLsC0/s1600-h/IMG_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SsQ4bGokt2I/AAAAAAAAC1U/4aajzpTLsC0/s320/IMG_2076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387493092530370402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that everyone could know my mom! Let me introduce her to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that one of the best ways to get to know someone is by studying the words that they say. All moms are known for some common sayings such as, “If you cross your eyes like that, they’re going to stay that way,” or “Go ask your father”.  My mom is no exception. Though she did have some more unusual sayings like, “If you don’t eat the other half of your sandwich, the first half will get lonely in your stomach,” and “If you think your life is unfair, go read the book of Job.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through my awkward teen years, the words that she often spoke were, “Be sure to focus more on your inward beauty than you do on your outward beauty.” In high school I remember her telling me, “If you please God, you’ll please the people that count.” I also remember her words, “Don’t just do right… be right. When you are right with God, it will be easier to do what’s right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sad to say that, at times, I have taken her words of wisdom for granted. Looking back, I appreciate so much more the effect her words and life had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was married, she reminded me that the greatest joy of her life was to see her children following God’s plan. There was no great sorrow for her on my wedding day. As she put it: “Empty nest syndrome… what’s that? How can I feel empty when God has blessed me so fully?” You see, my mother did not cling to me as though she needed me to fulfill her. My mother’s goal is to please God. When I married the man that God revealed to my parents, as His will for me, my mother’s goal was met. This attitude has taught me to seek God’s will above all else and I will find peace and fulfillment in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so proud of who my mother is and the blessing she had been to me and so many other people. My mom and dad work for the same company that I work for. I can’t tell you how neat it is, when people ask me, “Are those your parents? They are so cool!”  You see, my mother doesn’t just speak truth, she lives it. And through her life shines the love, joy, and peace that only Christ can give. I hope that my little girl who will be born soon, will see the same genuine Christianity in me, that I see in my mother. I am convinced that there is no greater treasure, that a mother can give to her daughter than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-8613828323066607907?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/8613828323066607907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mom-someone-you-should-meet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/8613828323066607907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/8613828323066607907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mom-someone-you-should-meet.html' title='My Mom: Someone You Should Meet'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SsQ4bGokt2I/AAAAAAAAC1U/4aajzpTLsC0/s72-c/IMG_2076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-6160550440322382789</id><published>2009-09-01T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:36:40.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom - A Woman of Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sp2v_k-VxeI/AAAAAAAACtg/8EzxognZbO4/s1600-h/IMG_3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sp2v_k-VxeI/AAAAAAAACtg/8EzxognZbO4/s320/IMG_3602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376647036942009826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom has always been a special person to me and now I get the opportunity to write about her&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;.  I&lt;/span&gt; feel so honored!&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can honestly say that my mom has been the example of what a wom&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n of character should be&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;I got the chance to spend a lot of quality time with my mother this past summer&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; as we were&lt;/span&gt; renovating our new house&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;very&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day I learned something new&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; about her.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he has this fun loving spirit about her that I love dearly. She has an honest desire in her heart for the Truth of God&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;s Word. She amazes me day after day with her devotion&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; to the Lord.  E&lt;/span&gt;ven when things get hard&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;, she never gives up&lt;/span&gt;. She will sit in her room, listen to sermons and search the &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;criptures&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; not willing to let Satan defeat her&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; She wants&lt;/span&gt; to learn all she can to increase her faith. My mother has taught me a lot. My mom is special to me because she never gave up on me or my family. She will cook and clean and take care of &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; family&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; not out of duty&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but out of love. And even though I don't say it often enough, I am so thankful for her and all the little things she does for me. When I grow up and become a wife and mother one day, I want to be the type of wom&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n my mom is&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;he is someone I can look up to, and learn from. I love you Mom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-6160550440322382789?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/6160550440322382789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mom-woman-of-character.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/6160550440322382789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/6160550440322382789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mom-woman-of-character.html' title='My Mom - A Woman of Character'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Sp2v_k-VxeI/AAAAAAAACtg/8EzxognZbO4/s72-c/IMG_3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-9175729758890908554</id><published>2009-08-01T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:24:49.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom - A Blessing To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SnTqxv6Q5tI/AAAAAAAACm4/e8gn0YZiieg/s1600-h/mym.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SnTqxv6Q5tI/AAAAAAAACm4/e8gn0YZiieg/s320/mym.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365171196500436690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked if I wanted to share some things that makes my mom special, I was honored.  Why?  Because my mom deserves to be recognized for what she does and I want to do just that!  It makes me feel good knowing that she always takes care of my family. She works hard to do the housework, keep up on the laundry and all boys like to eat and I love her cooking!   She has a good heart for the things of the Lord too.  I see this because she happily helps at the church by doing the bulletin, helping my dad with decorating for cantatas, Spring Flings and other things. On top of that, she is always there for me.  She comforts me after a hard day at school.  It has been a blessing to have her as my teacher in 7th grade last year.  This way, I don't have to miss her while I’m away at school.  She is there to help me and I love that.   Her baking of buns and cookies is a comfort to me.  (All boys like that)   Nothing makes me more proud than to tell you about my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-9175729758890908554?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/9175729758890908554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mom-blessing-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/9175729758890908554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/9175729758890908554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mom-blessing-to-me.html' title='My Mom - A Blessing To Me'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SnTqxv6Q5tI/AAAAAAAACm4/e8gn0YZiieg/s72-c/mym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-4750996669020908023</id><published>2009-07-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:01:21.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom, My Confidante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Skq5vK_BmEI/AAAAAAAACXw/ojSiZPf5K1I/s1600-h/mym1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Skq5vK_BmEI/AAAAAAAACXw/ojSiZPf5K1I/s320/mym1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353295327136946242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people ask me who my best friend and confidante is, I tell them that outside of the Lord Jesus Christ, that this person would be my mom.  Over the years, I have been able to witness a special side of my mom that most people usually do not see.  Through all the trials and hardships that she has come through, she still trusts the Lord with all her body, soul, and mind.  It was through my mom, that I began to realize that maybe there really was a Father who was caring for the fatherless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through her life, I have seen the Lord exemplified many times.  When things would get tough, she would go straight to her Heavenly Father and would leave there knowing that He would take care of it for her.  I know it is not possible, but if I could add another verse into Hebrews 11, it would start "By faith, this mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all that she has gone through in her life, my brothers and I know that we are loved unconditionally.  She has always found the time to spend with us.  To this day, I don't know how she did when my dad left. It had to be only through God's grace, love, and presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can go to her with anything that I either have a question about or just need some encouragement and reassurance.  I love that about my mom.  She is always ready to talk to any of the three of us, day or night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that way, she is like my Heavenly Father.  He never tires of listening to us, of hearing our voice.  I realize more and more every day how very special my mother is to me.  I also know that if she were to meet her Lord today, that I would see her again someday because I will be there someday as well.  I'm thankful for her testimony in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-4750996669020908023?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/4750996669020908023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mom-my-confidante.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4750996669020908023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4750996669020908023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mom-my-confidante.html' title='My Mom, My Confidante'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/Skq5vK_BmEI/AAAAAAAACXw/ojSiZPf5K1I/s72-c/mym1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-4507420968056045057</id><published>2009-06-01T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:15:34.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom - A Loyal, Faithful Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SiQac_vdDlI/AAAAAAAACOw/kbFPmZ7Iv5o/s1600-h/mym1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SiQac_vdDlI/AAAAAAAACOw/kbFPmZ7Iv5o/s320/mym1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342424143417380434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to put into words how special my mom is to me.  She has been an example to me of loyalty in every area I can think of.  When I was eight, my dad left our family, and I watched my Mom for the next years remain loyal to him.  I know there were times of discouragement, but because of her loyalty to the Lord, she stayed faithful in praying for my Dad.  When times were tough, she always went to the Lord first.  One of the fondest memories I have of my childhood is times when I would stop by her room and find her on her knees talking to the Lord.  Every morning, she spent at the kitchen table reading her Bible.  She taught me that serving the Lord was the greatest thing you can do with your life.  She may have never said that in words, but her life has proven that through the years.  The Lord has been her Father, Husband, and Best Friend all through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a Mother myself, the loyalty my Mom taught me with her life is something that I strive for in my own life daily.  My desire is to live out loyalty to our Lord in front of my kids so when they grow up, they will desire the same Lord I love.  The best life is a life of serving the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise the Lord for my Mom and the lessons she taught me.  There are so many things in the Christian life that I find “natural” because I watched her do them.  She tithed on the food stamps that our family got by giving groceries to our Pastor’s family.  She instilled in me a strong sense that tithing is the least I can do for the Lord.  It is just my reasonable service, and what all Christians should do.  Just a small example, but a huge life lesson that she taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my greatest example of how the Christian life is supposed to be lived out on a daily basis.  Even now, she is still teaching, counseling, and instructing me.  She is leaving me a Godly heritage to follow.  That is my Mom’s life and it is one that is blessed of God because of her loyalty to our Lord.  Thank you, Mom for this treasure.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-4507420968056045057?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/4507420968056045057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mom-loyal-faithful-christian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4507420968056045057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4507420968056045057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mom-loyal-faithful-christian.html' title='My Mom - A Loyal, Faithful Christian'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SiQac_vdDlI/AAAAAAAACOw/kbFPmZ7Iv5o/s72-c/mym1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-4273382404941505924</id><published>2009-05-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:40:10.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom and Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SfslkXOec6I/AAAAAAAAB90/V824JM3laZE/s1600-h/Mom+with+Rachael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SfslkXOec6I/AAAAAAAAB90/V824JM3laZE/s320/Mom+with+Rachael.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330895890563363746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom…my friend…a faithful wife…a fun loving gramma…a disciplined teacher…a Godly example.  As I introduce my mom, this is what I would like everyone to know about her.  This is the mom that I know and love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up, she was the “glue” that held my family together.  My dad was gone a lot with the military and he trusted that she would take care of each one of us kids in his absence.  She was faithful in church and in as many activities as she could be.  She learned how to drive just so that she could take us to church and to the Christian school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many sacrifices that she made over the years so that we could be blessed with a Christian education.  She gave up things she may have wanted, to save money for what we needed.  My parents first sent us to the Christian school but because we lived so far away, they decided that they just couldn’t afford it.  They then, began to homeschool us.  They used the best curriculum and spent quite a bit of money on our schooling.  Money they could have used for other things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, she sacrificed time.  Homeschooling took every spare minute my mom had.  She had great self discipline (which is the only way homeschooling will ever work) and did not slack off in the area of our education.  She was very much like a drill sergeant!   We had to be dressed, teeth brushed, shoes on for school every morning by 8:00 am.  We then said the Pledge of Allegience  every morning and she instructed us in Bible class before we started our school work.  Teaching five kids in five different grades was no easy task, but she was faithful, and because of her efforts, each one of us graduated with a great education and knowledge of God’s Word.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us kids are young adults and out of school now, but you will still find my mom teaching.  She loves to work with the students at New Testament Baptist School and remains a faithful, disciplined teacher.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are no longer at home now so my mom has taken on some new roles.   Such as - wedding planner, confidante, counselor, labor coach, and Grandma.  I was blessed with a mother who loves to be there for her kids and she has done just that, through many years.   She helped me plan my wedding and then helped me as I transitioned into the role of a wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with my first child, she was always there to answer every little question I had.  And when my daughter was born, my mom was in the delivery room.  There was nothing more special than having my mom there when my  first baby was born.  It was a memorable time that I don’t think any of us will ever forget and she now has a wonderful relationship with my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful  “Gramma” she is and my daughter is blessed to have her example.  I’m so glad that I could introduce you to my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a true Proverbs 31 woman.  I love you, mom!  Thank you for being the Godly example I needed, in preparation for the life the Lord has ahead for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-4273382404941505924?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/4273382404941505924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-and-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4273382404941505924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/4273382404941505924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-and-friend.html' title='My Mom and Friend'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SfslkXOec6I/AAAAAAAAB90/V824JM3laZE/s72-c/Mom+with+Rachael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420628096784288646.post-9191681482514738335</id><published>2009-04-01T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:19:13.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom, My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SdO4HfEK0vI/AAAAAAAABx0/ImMM9UwpGtI/s1600-h/mym1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SdO4HfEK0vI/AAAAAAAABx0/ImMM9UwpGtI/s320/mym1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319798023592268530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 31:28a&lt;/span&gt;   “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her children arise up, and call her blessed;…..&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, is the first word that comes to my mind when I think of what my mom means to me, and how impossible it is to put the essence of your mother into words.  It is like trying to describe a beautiful sunset, the color of a flower or the pattern of a piece of material to someone who can not see.  If they have never experienced it for themselves they can only imagine how it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that I am one of the lucky few who has a great relationship with their mother.  I have heard many people complain about their mother; how she makes their lives miserable or that she is such a burden because they now have to take care of her.  How easily we forget what our mothers have done and what they have gone through for us.  How ungrateful we are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that my mother and I would be as close as we are, if my dad would have stayed at home and not left our family.  I was very young and we needed each other during that time and we have kept that bond through the years.   During my growing up years she was my stability.  She was always there for us kids.  We didn't have a lot of money but I never felt like we were poor.  She put the Lord first and He always  took care of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow older and no longer need a mother for my every need she has turned into my best friend.  We never have a dull moment when we are together.  We have fun whether we are just sitting at home talking, playing games or watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year we started making little weekend trips visiting different Bed and Breakfasts and in this month of April, we are taking a trip to Hawaii!  I can't wait!  I love my mother dearly and thank the Lord almost daily for giving her to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many girls go out looking for the perfect friend that they can say anything to or do anything with and they miss out on the greatest friend right under their very noses.  I am glad that the Lord gave me the opportunity to discover mine.   I don't know what I would do without my best friend -- My Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420628096784288646-9191681482514738335?l=meetmymother.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/feeds/9191681482514738335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/9191681482514738335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420628096784288646/posts/default/9191681482514738335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetmymother.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom-my-best-friend.html' title='My Mom, My Best Friend'/><author><name>Beautiful For Thee Administrator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02119738645210418931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOS6kEGuRMw/SdO4HfEK0vI/AAAAAAAABx0/ImMM9UwpGtI/s72-c/mym1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
