MOTHER
It takes a mother’s love to make a house a home,
A place to be remembered, no matter where we roam.
It takes a mother’s patience to bring a child up right,
And her courage and her cheerfulness to make a dark day bright.
It takes a mother’s thoughtfulness to mend the heart’s deep hurts,
And her skill and her endurance to mend little socks and shirts.
It takes a mother’s kindness to forgive us when we err,
To sympathize in trouble and bow her head in prayer.
It takes a mother’s wisdom to recognize our needs,
And to give us reassurance by her loving words and deeds.
It takes a mother’s endless faith, her confidence and trust,
To guide us through the pitfalls of selfishness and lust.
And that is why in all this world there could not be another,
Who could fulfill god’s purpose as completely as a mother.
From Pulpit Helps May 1995.
A Mother’s Prayer
Please let me keep on going, Lord, from dawn to setting sun,
’Till I’m no longer needed, and all my work is done.
Please let me be around to see my little ones grow strong,
And keep my shoulder handy for their tears when things go wrong.
Please let me make our home a place they’re happy to be in---
And help me by example to keep them free from sin.
For not until they’re all prepared to face life’s rocky road,
Does any mother dare to drop her burden and her load.
It’s only then that she can feel she’s truly earned her rest,
As thankfully she whispers, "Lord, I’ve done my very best!"
Quotations About Mother
"Her ability to love is exceeded only by God’s love itself" (Rex Burns).
"The love of a mother is never exhausted; it never changes; it never tires. It endures through all--- in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world’s condemnation, a mother’s love still lives on." (Irving)
"All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother" (Abraham Lincoln).
"Automation is a process that gets all the work done while you just sit there. When you were younger, this process was called mother" (George Corder, Jr.).
"Six hundred students at a university were asked to write on a piece of paper the most beautiful word in the English language.
422 wrote the word mother, 112 wrote the word home" (Roy Angell).
"What you gave to us, your children--- your influence, your love, your greatness--- will forever be a part of our lives." (Laurene Bussey).
"Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her" (Prov. 31: 28).
"It is at our mother’s knee that we acquire our noblest and truest and highest ideals" (Mark Twain).
Let us thank God for Christian mothers!
Pulpit Helps, 5/95.
A Mother’s Day Prayer
Our Father in Heaven, whose love is divine,
Thanks for the love of a mother like mine.
And in thy Great mercy, look down from above,
And grant this dear mother the gift of your love.
And all through the year, whatever betide her,
Assure her each day that you are beside her.
And, Father in Heaven, show me the way,
To lighten her tasks and brighten her day.
And bless her dear heart with the insight to see,
That her love means more than the world to me.
WHAT IS A MOTHER?
A mother can be almost any size or age,
(But she won’t admit to anything over thirty.)
A mother has soft hands and smells good.
She likes new dresses, music, a clean house,
her children’s kisses, an automatic washer and Daddy.
A mother doesn’t like having her children sick, muddy
feet, temper tantrums, loud noises or bad report cards.
A mother can read a thermometer (much to the amazement of Daddy)
and, like magic, can kiss a hurt away.
A mother can bake good cakes and pies,
but likes to see her children eat vegetables.
A mother can stuff a fat baby into a snowsuit in seconds,
and can kiss sad little faces and make them smile.
A mother is underpaid, has long hours and gets very little rest.
She worries too much about her children,
but she says she doesn’t mind at all.
And no matter how old her children are,
She still thinks of them as her little ones.
She is the guardian angel of the family,
the queen, the tender hand of love.
Mother is the best friend any one ever had.
Author unknown
A MOTHER - WHOSE LIFE WAS NOT WASTED
Ian McClaren tells about visiting an old Scotch lady who was standing in her kitchen weeping. She wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron, and when the minister asked her what was the matter, she confessed;
"I am so miserable and unhappy."
"Why?"
"Because I have done so little for Jesus. When I was just a wee girl, the Lord spoke to my heart and I did so very much want to live for Him."
"Well, haven’t you?" asked the minister.
"Yes, I have lived for Him, but I have done so little."
"What have you done?"
"I have washed dishes, cooked three meals a day, taken care of the children, mopped the floor, and mended clothes. That is all I have done all my life, and I wanted to
do something for Jesus."
The preacher, sitting back in the armchair, looked at her and smiled.
"Where are your boys?" he inquired.
"Oh, my boys! You know where Mark is. You ordained him yourself before he went to China. There he is preaching for the Lord. Why are you asking?"
"Where is Luke?", questioned the minister.
"Luke? He went from your own church; didn’t you send him out? I had a letter from him the other day."
And then she became so happy and excited as she continued.
"A Revival has broken out on the mission station, and he said they were having a wonderful time in the service of the Lord."
"Where is Matthew?"
"He is with his brother in China. And isn’t it fine that the two boys can be working together? I am so happy about that. And John came to see me the other night - he is my baby, only nineteen, but he is a great boy - and said:
"Mother, I have been praying, and tonight, in my room, the Lord spoke to my heart, and what do you suppose the Lord told me? I have to go to my brother in Africa. But don’t cry, Mother, the Lord told me I was to stay here and look after you until you go home to glory!"
The minister answered:
"And you say your life has been wasted in mopping floors, mending clothes, washing dishes, and doing trivial tasks. I’d like to have your mansion when you’re called home!"
God Made Mothers!
Rev. John W. Gerald
God made mothers!
It was not just an after-thought!
It was not just to please Adam.
It was creation’s crowning act!
Fathers give children their name.
Mothers give them their life!
Fathers’ hands are tough and firm.
Mothers’ are smooth and light.
While fathers work hard and long,
Mothers keep children safe at home.
When the child is very young,
His mother’s love must be strong.
Full-time attention she must give
To her children and their abode,
Without expecting anything more
Than their thanks and their love.
To see sons grow into noble men
Is a mother’s happy delight.
And virtuous daughters surely bring
Pride and joy to a mother’s heart.
We take for granted our mother’s care
As day by day she patiently toils,
Until one day we see gray hair
Starting to speckle her soft curls.
Then a scary thought crosses our mind;
"I can’t believe Mom is getting old,"
"What shall we do?" And we find
That without her, we’re not so bold.
We begin to watch for other signs
Of advancing age and feeble ways,
The slow, uncertain, halting step,
The pain that plagues her days.
Do we appreciate her even now,
That she may soon require our care?
Do we hope that she will somehow
Give us her love once more to share?
I will love my mother always,
Whether she be young or old.
She has earned affectionate praise,
For many loving deeds untold.
I will treasure our times together,
From childhood to old age,
And I will offer thanks to Mother,
For her Godly, loving ways.
Your affectionate son, John
MOTHER
Every hour of every day... and night... consciously or subconsciously... we draw upon Mother’s strength and love. It is a meager tribute that we should pause once a year and dedicate one day to Mother.
Mother is what makes the wheels go round.
Home isn’t home without Mother.
The countless details, the careful planning,
the constant loving care... that takes Mother every time.
Children won’t tick without Mother.
From the start,
Mother is our warm meal when we are hungry,
our extra blanket on a cold night, our light in a dark room.
Little minds and hearts reach out for MOTHER.
Baby-sitters aren’t the same, Servants are insufficient. Even Daddy isn’t quite enough.
A well child runs on eager feet to tell MOTHER of his joys;
a sick child calls constantly for MOTHER to soothe away his pains.
There’s something special, something extra, that comes only from Mother.
Who else can kiss a hurt and make it well?
Who else can give us lovely memories
of a happy childhood, rich with fun and friends?
And who, but Mother, can lead us from our earliest
days to find Him as our Refuge and Strength,
a very present Help in time of trouble?
Life brings floods of uncertainties, disappointments, failures.
Mother is the rock that stands fast.
Her faith is sure, her spirit never wavering,
her love never failing.
Life, too, brings joy, achievement, success.
Then we know one heart is happier even than our own.
Mother is then the soaring cloud of radiant rapture, lifting us to new attempts.
As long as Mother lives, we shall not lack for care, love or prayers.
When separation comes, as come it must, "death is swallowed up in victory."
Life will not change Mother’s love; death will not conquer it.
Mother’s spirit will walk ever beside us; her love will wrap us close.
Her gentle hand will guide us; her sweet voice will echo in our ears.
Again we’ll feel that extra blanket slipped quietly over us in the coldness of our night!
Mother is, and will be forever more, our guardian angel.
In this world or in the next, we know that we may draw eternally upon the strength and the love that is... Mother!
