November 24, 2008

• Motherhood

  We had dinner Sunday, at my daughters home.  V. had turkey and the side dishes and salad that goes with it. Pop and I came home and spent a quiet evening together, but I couldn’t get V.off of my mind. Any mother  knows the feeling that comes when the children start to leave home. The lonliness along with the blessing of knowing they are doing the right thing, God  in his perfect plan knows that children can’t stay home forever, and how blessed the Mother is that has her children serveing the Lord.

  In spite of that a mother’s heart wants to protect her children as long as she can, away from the pain that life brings.  When my children are hurting, I’ve often questioned who hurts the most? Me or my child?  In spite of how I long to reach out and protect them, there are times when I have to sit back, pray and trust God. A God that never fails and is with us, even when the outcome is different that what would like.

  V. has a husband, and 9 beautiful children. They all love the Lord, have a roof over their heads, clothing and plenty to eat. Who could ask for more? But V. is feeling the emptiness of her children leaving home. I’ve often said there is no worse pain, than the heart of a mother when her chilodren turn their backs on the Lord.  THANK GOD, V. does not have that kind of pain.

  Yesterday evening her husband along with their third son left.  They were driving thru the night 376 miles across the state to get a load of supplys.  Her oldest son was leaving in the afternoon, by plane, to the other side of the world.  Her second oldest son was starting on a 1200 mile trip, home from Bible School. He would leave again in a couple days for missions leadership training.  I can’t count the miles that her family were seperated from a mothers protective care. I understand well that other mothers have had worse pain, but I’m talking about a Godly mother’s heart when her chldren start to leave the nest.

  She tells about it on her blog this morning and I faxed it to my oldest daughter R.  R. faxed back this poem to me, I would like to share with you,

   The Mother’s of Men

  The bravest battle that ever was fought!  –  Shall I tell you where and when? — On the maps of the world you will find it not — Tis fought by the mother’s of men.  –Nay, not with cannon or battle shot, nor with sword or nobler pen! — Nay, not with eloquent words or thoughts from wonderful men. — But deep in the walled-up women’s heart– Of woman that would not yeild. — But bravely, silently bore her part- — Lo, there is that battlefeild! — No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,   –  No banner to gleam and wave: — But O, their battles, they last,  –  From babyhood to the grave. — Yet faithful still as a ridge of stars, — She fights in her walled-up town– Fights on and on in endless wars,  –  Then, silent, unseen, goes down. — O, ye with banners and battle shot  –  And soldiers to shout and praise! — I tell you the kingliest victories fought –  were fought in those silent ways, — O, spotless woman in a world of shame: — With spended and silent scorn — Go back to God as white as you came– The kingliest warrior born!    — by Joaquin Miller

  My daughter’s mother heart was lonely, I just wonder if she knew her mother’s felt some of the emptiness with her and for her.  My memories went back to long, long ago, when…………………

  This mother is thankful beyond words for the love, and presence of God.

   

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