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Gotta Take Care of Momma

I have a very sweet mom

I have a very sweet mom

But those who won’t care for their relatives, especially those in their own household, have denied the true faith. Such people are worse than unbelievers.
1Timothy 5:8
NLT

One of the most touching passages in Scripture is when Jesus delegates over the care of his mother to John.  In spite of His agony on the cross, He focuses on her needs by arranging for her future.  Bottom line ~ Jesus took care of His momma.

A lesson for us.

Some of you no longer have your mom on earth; you would give anything to have her back.  Some have a strained relationship with your mother.  You long to see restoration before it is too late.

For the rest of us, we would do well to follow Christ’s example.  If there is any way possible, we should make every sacrifice possible to look after our mothers or fathers, for as long as we are physically able.

I don’t know what my future holds, but I am trying my best to attend to my mom’s needs.  She took care of me as I grew.  I owe it to her to give back.  I owe it to my dad, because I vowed to look after her when he died.  I also owe it to my Lord.

I think that the account of Christ’s selfless display of love for His mother is in Scripture for a reason.  Taking care of our aged parents should have as much thoughtful priority in our lives.  We don’t love them more than Christ.  However, we don’t love them less than they deserve and He expects.

Caring for our aging parents does need prayer.  For strength, patience and the wisdom to know what is best.  Not unlike what they needed in raising us!

I try to treasure every moment with my mom, because I know that I won’t have her forever down here below.  When I spend time taking care of her, though, I can know that it pleases Christ. 

We gotta take care of momma.  Christ did.

Sue Nash/2013

Elizabeth ~ A Special Gem

Elizabeth framedToday, my mother-in-law would have been ninety-eight.   We miss you, Elizabeth!

She was my mother-in-law, but before that, a dear friend.
We had much in common; like me, she was an RN.
One of my favorite memories was the year she became my traveling European companion.
That prior closeness we shared made it very easy to choose her son as my husband.

She was a devoted wife, and cared for her husband as he suffered with his emphysema plight.
Although she loved her man, nobody messed with her kids because they were the true joy of her life.
To her three children she imparted her values, and taught them to live responsibly and right.
They never doubted her love; to repay her, when she needed them most, they all stood by her side.

She was a woman of deep faith and had a true relationship with the Lord.
That none of her children continued in their Catholic upbringing, certainly saddened her to the core.
She finally accepted their walk with God, though, so as not to let the differences bring discord.

However, she never quit proselytizing by leaving subtle hints and her church’s brochures!

She was a reserved person, but at the same time, spoke her mind as she saw fit.
Because of her quiet demeanor, however, others sometimes did dismiss.
Yet, those who took the time to know her discovered her endearing qualities and dry wit.
Soft spoken and genuine, she was the kind of person you just never forget.

She was resourceful and frugal to a fault.
Like many of her generation, she rarely discarded things she bought.
However, when you needed something, you felt sure she would have it about.
If not, she would go out of her way to order it from one of her many catalogs.

She had an amazing green thumb and many interests.
Her specialties in growing plants were shamrocks and violets.
With her many talents, like her crocheting, she blessed others with gifts.
My favorite of her talents, though, was how she could watch two soap operas at the same time, and with neither one miss a lick!

She had ageless charm and beauty; her thoughtful ways, she maintained to the end.
To those of us who loved her, we thought of her as a special gem.
Although we miss her very much, we know that we will see her again. 
What I look forward to most is when she greets me the way she always did, by asking,
Loretta Sue, how have you been?”

*Footnote- Elizabeth is the only person who ever called me by my full name.  Knowing she did so out of love, each time was special.

Sue Nash/2013

The Parable of the Prodigal’s Mom

Bright sun with blue sky

Bright sun with blue sky ~ better days ahead

The Parable of the Prodigal’s Mom

When he came for his inheritance
To go see what there was out there,
His father consented to send him off,
But to watch him leave his mom just could not bear.

When he had been long gone
And his whereabouts were unknown,
His father was sure he would be alright,
But only on her knees in prayer did his mom keep hanging on.

When he spent his time in reveling
And his folly was rumored wide,
His father continued to stay afloat,
But his mom sunk to the ocean floor and cried.

When he fell flat on his face
And began faltering in his wrong,
His father waited patiently in silence,
But his mom spent sleepless nights fearing something was going on.

When he realized things were not working out
And started awakening to the truth,
His father remained unwaveringly steadfast,
But his mom only cautiously began hoping anew.

When he remembered how things used to be
And longed to return from whence he strayed,
His father expectantly awaited his return,
But his mom still wondered if she’d ever see his face.

When he wisely considered his ways
And began his journey back so full of need,
His father met him a long way off,
But his mom thought it was simply too good to believe.

When he met his father on the road
And found open arms instead of shame,
His father gladly welcomed him home,
But such joy his mom could scarce contain.

When he safely made it home
And embraced the love he once had scorned,
His father began the celebration,
And his mom at last rejoiced knowing her son had been reborn.

My prayer is that this will be an encouragement to any mothers of prodigals struggling to keep hanging on.  God loves prodigals, and continually woos them back, but He also understands the brokenness of a mother’s heart, whose child has strayed far from home.

From His Heart for blogSue Nash/2013

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A Mother’s Love

A Knock out beauty

A Knock out beauty

A mother’s love is a thing of beauty.  I am so glad to still have my mom.  Although I love flowers, her love is more precious, and more beautiful than any rose.

My Mother

Strong
Encouraging
Our family’s rock

Supportive
Caring
Always available to talk

Selfless
Giving
When needed, never balks

Wise
Understanding
Her opinion, always sought

Genuine
God-fearing
Others’ hearts, her love unlocks

My mom

My sweet mom.  She has blessed countless lives with her giving spirit; in fact, I have had to share her with others in need of a mother’s love.  I have never minded sharing her, though, because her heart of love is big enough for all!  I love you so much, mom.  Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day Blogging Friends!

A Glad Dad

Proverbs PostA wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.
Proverbs 10:1

Years ago, when my son was little, I did something very foolish.  A friend and I decided to go camping on the beach, with just our children.  Neither of our husbands could get the time off work, but since some of her other friends could meet us there with their motor homes, we ventured out on our impromptu trip.  The problem was that neither of us owned a motor home; instead, we traipsed off, towing a horrendously overloaded pop-up all the way to our beach side oasis.

Amazingly, we made it there without a hitch (no pun at all intended).  Seriously, for me hitches are not a laughing matter!  Here is why.  No sooner had we unloaded kids and bikes, than the two female camping pros proceeded to set up camp.  One of my jobs was to pop-up our temporary dwelling.  My husband had spent hours training his not-at-all mechanical wife how to do so.  His instructions on unhitching the trailer and lowering the stabilizing wheel worked flawlessly – on pavement.  Those same guidelines did not work so well in sand.  As I attempted to unhitch the trailer, because of the sand and my ineptness, the entire weight of it came crushing down onto my exposed, flip-flopped foot.  Just in time, I managed to pull my foot free.  I ended up hobbling my way around camp most of the week but avoided a fracture, which was inevitable had the full heaviness of the pop-up landed squarely on me.  These beach-combing gals learned a valuable lesson: never go trailer camping without capable help and never set up shop in sand!

The potential for foolishness is inherent in all of us, but is particularly predominate in very young children and teens.  My husband and I have experienced our fair share of both with our children, especially with what some call teenage angst.  In the verse above, it is evident that God understands such foolishness and the tough job of parenting.  What I find so interesting are the contrasts described; a son who is wise brings joy to a father, whereas a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother. In another verse:

“A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish man despises his mother.”
Proverbs 15:20

Implied is that wise children are those who demonstrate honor and respect to both parents; by doing so, they bring a blessed peace to the home.  When things get out of kilter with respectfulness, such as during angst, things go haywire at home for everyone.

I derive much comfort from this verse above because it validates what I already knew, that moms seem to bear the brunt when a child strays into foolishness.  Any mother going through the trauma of dealing with disrespect, rebellion or defiance from a child knows that she just bears the burden differently from her spouse.  Overall, dads can encounter a late night outburst from a child then go right to sleep, but moms lie awake and cry.  The burden brought about by the foolishness hurts both parents, but for the mother it really does feel like a crushing weight.

The Lord understands this heavy burden carried by hurting mothers, but knows that fathers are suffering, as well.  Using the contrast above, He thoughtfully ties the two together.  Dads may not feel as crushed by the rebellious child, but they are nonetheless affected.  I am reminded of the saying, ‘When momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!’  The heavy emotional toll of a mother not coping with a parent-child conflict usually spills right over onto the dad.  The Lord knows that a father cannot be joyful when his wife is falling apart.

The flip side to this is that when things go differently, and a child quits being foolish to walk wisely instead, it brings joy all around.  The mother’s overbearing burden is removed, and she feels as light as a feather.  The heaviness leaves, the tension dissipates and a once sad situation becomes suddenly delightful.  With peace restored, momma is once again happy.  Dad enjoys the change in the child’s behavior, too, and seeing his wife happy makes him happy.  Everyone is happy!

We have all acted foolishly before and are all in need of God’s grace.  Some of my past harebrained decisions and periods of rebellion, I would like to forget.  Thankfully, Jesus has always shown that He will forgive and mend our foolishness.  I must do the same.  Along the way in our parenting journey, He keeps teaching my husband me how to love unconditionally, to forgive and to keep moving on.

Though the burdens of parenting can be massively weighty, God is able to lift them and to restore joy back into our lives-for both moms and dads!  During those times, when it seems as though the heaviness brought about by a foolish child is simply beyond bearing, God has a way of letting us know just how fully He understands.  He too knows firsthand the hurt rebelliousness brings.  He experiences it daily from His children.  On the other hand, whenever this child (me or you) acts wisely, it makes for a very glad Father!