Choose Wisely – As a Daughter of The King!
Daughter of The King?
“Therefore, come out from them and be separate, says the Lord. Touch no unclean thing, and I will receive you. I will be a Father to you and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.”
It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? The Creator, the God of the Universe wants us to be in a Father/Child relationship with him. For us women we can be the Daughter of The King. It doesn’t require a whole lot on our part. Really! He and his Son have already done all the work.(A Bible Study on how to become a Daughter of The King is being developed for this page).
A Tribute To My Mom and Her Lord – Mother’s Day 2013
It’s Not about Here and Now, It’s About There and Then
I watch her as she moves.
She moves slowly, carefully. Her knees give her pain with every movement. Her legs are not as strong as they used to be. Her back is bowed gently with many years of labor. Last month she celebrated her 80th birthday. She is my mother
She is moving around her and Dad’s North Minnesota home, unloading closets, drawers and cabinets. Sorting and decision-making is the process we are engaged in. Packing up most of 80 years of life and more.
I am here to help Dad and Mom go through their personal belongings and pack up for their move to their new home, south and closer to children and grandchildren. Brad departed three days ago with furniture and other things going on to Tennessee. The house there is all ready for them, having been cleaned and worked on by many others: Laura, David, Kaden, Deondra, Kami and Dad and Mom themselves.
“Where did the time go?” My mind wanders through the past as we dig out one box after another. We find mementos of a life well lived: there are birth announcements of my two sisters, Laura and Lisa, and I. Little tiny cards sent to our grandparents to announce our arrival. Mine went by airmail for six cents, some fifty plus years ago. There are birthday cards and anniversary cards. From family, from friends, from people they have ministered to and with for most of their life. The frequently found notes and letters of thanks in box after box, gives us pause in our work as we stop to read, share and reminisce about life, their life.
One letter I read this morning, written and received just a couples of years ago, told of a young person who grew up in the church Dad ministered in in Illinois. She talked of being in church every Sunday, of having parent’s that faithfully took her and were leaders and workers in the church. She goes on in her letter to state that while she always believed in God from the time she was a child, she did not achieve a faith of her own until many years later. It was only after becoming an adult and living out in the world fighting her own spiritual battles, that she saw her need for an authentic relationship and devotion to Jesus Christ. Her letter was to affirm the teaching and love they had always shown her and to ask for continued encouragement as she walked with a more mature faith.
Then there are the things! Precious things that we are sorting through. A picture given as a gift. A plaque, another gift. Vases, glassware, wood workings, specially made wooden picture frames, a hand made wooden pen, blankets, throws, musical CD’s, DVD’s, children’s drawing’s or notes, a handmade necklace….from another child….there’s a” boodle” of those things. Many, many of the items, gifts from people. Most of them coming with some emotional attachment because the giver was someone special to dad and mom. After two or three days of going through those kinds of things I said to Dad and Mom, “You are certainly loved! Look at all the gifts that you have been given through the years now gracing your home.” It is a most vivid truth.
Growing older, aging, dealing with a declining physical body, should we each live long enough, will eventually come to us all. I am seeing it all so vividly laid out in the past as years that have rolled by quickly, but also seeing it in the present. I am seeing it all so vividly laid out in the past but also in the present as consequences have surfaced as the result of choices made. I am seeing it all vividly laid out in the past but also in the present as one of the recipients of a heritage of several generations of faithful living to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. This going through personal belongings, mirrors a long life lived. More than that, it mirrors the way life has been lived.
All of it makes me think most seriously about life, physical death and eternity. This isn’t a morbid tale. This IS the tale of life.
I am watching God’s truth lived out in front of me. Psalm 90:10 says, “The days of our years are three score years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.”
It’s not about here. It’s not even about us. It’s all about God and his desire to have a righteous relationship with us. From the moment of conception, we have an eternal spirit, a spirit that one day will stand before Him for all eternity.
I know my parents understood that. I am so grateful they understood that. As I see what time and life has taken from the youthful people they were when I was born, I know without any doubt, that the majority of their life was lived in honoring Christ and in pointing not only me and my sisters to Christ, but others as well. They understood that it wasn’t so much about here and now, but there and then.
As I celebrate Mother’s Day tomorrow, I look forward to the opportunity I will have to actually spend it with the mom I share with Laura and Lisa. I will think about the love and affirmation she gave my sisters and I. I will think about all the physical care she gave as a mother to young ones. I will think about the way she set up our washing and drying dishes schedule in our home, when we were elementary age and teenagers, so she could always be a participant with each of us girls. She did not often leave us alone to work, but instead used that opportunity as a time to chat with us and really listen to what was going on in our lives. I will remember the times I saw her sitting at the end of the kitchen counter in the Shelley Drive house, reading her bible. I will think about the times she tucked us in for bed. I will even think about the time she scolded me, for being prideful and unkind to one of my sisters. I will think about the Sunday school classes when she was my teacher. I will think about the Teacher Training class she taught to a whole bunch of us jr. high and high school kids from Rockford Central Christian. I will remember she was entrusting us with tools to be good teaching representation for Jesus Christ. I will think about the long days she put in at Rock River Christian Camp being the camp cook. I will think about the times I have called her in distress and her quiet, soothing voice, has always guided me back to focus on Jesus, giving me renewed vision and perspective for the difficult times of life. Most of all I will think about the gift she has given of living every day for us in the light of Jesus with the grace and forgiveness of God on her life.
Thank you Mom for your love. For your ever constant presence in my life. For setting an example before me of a life lived in faithfulness to Jesus Christ. Thank you for your obedience to his call on your life with kindness and service to others.
On this set aside day to honor our mothers, I thank the Lord for my mom.
“And a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised! Proverbs 31:30