Blessings to Mothers and Mothers at Heart.

It is with joy that we celebrate this special day set aside to honor our Mothers. If you have read my blog, you are already aquainted with my Mom. I have posted many pictures in the past. My brother scanned my favorite picture of Mom. I couldn’t resist using it in the Mothers Day post. She was very young and very pretty. She had been told that she should do a toothpaste commercial. Great smile, Mom!

Until she lost her sight a few years ago, Mom delighted in making things special for her children and her grandchildren.  How many 40 year olds get Easter Baskets from their Mother?  We did and let her know how much we appreciated it!

She always decorated beautifully and enjoyed every moment of making floral arrangements, bow making and wrapping gifts. As you may guess, I inherited her love of dishes, tea sets and old fashioned kitchens. And stories. Love her stories!

My favorite memories are of working together in the kitchen and sitting on the porch swing because we sang the entire time!

Now Mom cannot enjoy the things that once made her happy but she listens to BBN Christian radio and Christian books on tape. Although she received Christ as her Savior when I was six years old and she sat under Bible teaching, memorizing the Word for all those years, now she is even more appreciative of God’s Word. Meditating on His Word and understanding more how to apply God’s Word. Before, she was busy. Now she is learning how to: “Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations.”

 

 In Memory of Emily L. Purdy

No one could have asked for a more wonderful Mother-in-law. She was truly a treasure.

Part of John’s testimony is that he came to know the Lord because his Mother constantly told him that she was praying for him. Even when he didn’t want to hear that. She was truly a mother who loved the Lord. She had a quiet strength. Often relayed in her poems which I hope to post soon. She had a sweet, sweet spirit.

She was truly a “kindred-spirit”.  The first time we met, she did something wonderful. She invited me into her bedroom and pulled out a box. A treasure box of pictures, poems written by her ancestors. There was even an adorable valentine her Mother, Emma had sent to her future husband, Clarence. So cute. From that time on, she shared so many wonderful family memories with me. I have shared some with you in the (very long) poem I wrote about the day she took us to her grandparents “Homeplace”.

She passed along many family antiques – little things others may have sold at a yard sale. To me they were treasures because they are connected to “family.” A few years before she went home to be with the Lord, she and Dad Purdy were visiting one Sunday afternoon. She gave me the best compliment I have ever had. She sat down in the kitchen and looked around. “I love coming here. I feel right at home.”  One day, we will meet again in our “Forever Home” where she is rejoicing. I know John and his sister, Cathy miss her and will be thinking of her this Mothers Day.

 

 

 

Thank you, Lord, for our Mothers.