Good day to each of you reading this column and for sharing my thoughts on not just a day, but a constant thought that Mother’s day should be shared daily and not just one day.

To each of you reading this column, I do hope that your mother is alive and those who have lost their mother, allow me to give you my sincere condolences for mothers are irreplaceable.

Turn with me, before we get into the lesson, to Galatians 5:22-23 (NIV) But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

Live as children of light for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth and find out what pleases the Lord. Ephesians 5:8b, 9, 10 (NIV).

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Colossians 3: 12-14 (NIV).

COVID-19, stress at work, children at home, perils of life and the endless circle of the daily drudge and then holidays or a special day to celebrate—In fact, look at the calendar and we have a national day for something—the list seems to go on and on.

Whew! Take a breath and let’s think about Mother’s day – without a mother, there would be no you, nor your siblings. Take this one step further, without the virgin Mary, there would be no Jesus Christ and we would all be lost.

It’s so nice to take a day or 24 hours to celebrate Mom, but shouldn’t each day be a celebration?

Let’s take a journey back in time and look at a mother from a child’s eyes—

Coming from darkness into the light, I saw a beautiful face, glimmering eyes, warm hands, and an infectious smile holding me safe as I looked about the room.

From the time I began to cry, I knew that special someone, my mother was there to sing to me, tend to me, rock me, and smile at me making me the apple of her eye.

As I began to crawl, she was there to help me, keep me away from falling, guide me in my footsteps and make sure I was always safe. Mom fed me before she fed herself, bathed me before she bathed, tended to me while making supper and read to me before the dishes were done.

As we rocked together in that old chair, she would read to me and tell me how precious I was and as I looked into her eyes, I felt safe, loved, and happy before I closed my eyes to go to sleep.

Now let’s not forget Dad, for he was their also, but I remember Mom first, for she was the first person who held me when I entered into the light. Mom was the first who held out her hands as I took my first step, she was the first who took my hand as I began to fall, and the first to run over to check to see if I had hurt myself.

Through the years, Mom was there to witness my first step, first word, first bra, first date and first time behind the wheel. Mom was a doctor taking a splinter out of my finger or putting a band-aid on my elbow. Mom would read me the Adventures of Pooh, watch Saturday morning cartoons with me and take me to Disney movies.

Mom always made sure the wading pool was filled, cookies in the oven, taking some gum out of my hair, taking the training wheels off the bike and getting that frisbee off the roof.

Mom blew me butterfly kisses and gave me Velcro hugs, held my hand when a fierce storm came about, was a partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites, made me laugh and gave me more love that my heart could hold.

Mom never complained when she held my hand even if it was covered with chocolate, mud, or jelly. She loved my stick person drawings, picked flowers from her garden, and hand drawn cards with backward letters.

You can call my mother a house maker, home engineer, housewife, family manager or just plain Mom. You see, mom is a psychologist, nurse, policeman, communicator and problem solver that no college teaches.

Through my eyes, you rank right up there with God. Mom, you have the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters outside or under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party and love them forever.

As I conclude, let me begin by Thanking God for Jesus Christ and for the Holy Spirit—Now, follow me, God gave us Eve and he instilled in Eve the fruits of the spirit, which was instilled into you and me.

Mother’s Day which is to be celebrated every day is a testament to each Mother who has the fruits of the spirit. Take this time to Thank God that you had a Christian Mother who had the fruits of the spirit and that you were nurtured in those fruits for God said, you were a chosen people, holy and dearly loved.

This lesson is dedicated to my Mother and My wife and to all those Mothers who are everyday heroes whether you are a newborn or in your golden years. On a different note, folks if you want to rid of the COVID Virus in the USA—Take time to read the following excerpt from President Trump on our National Day of Prayer

NOW, THEREFORE, I, DONALD J. TRUMP, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim March 15, 2020, as a National Day of Prayer for All Americans Affected by the Coronavirus Pandemic … and for our fellow Canadian Brothers and Sisters who had a National Day of Prayer called “Virtual Solemn Assembly for Canada on March 28th, 2020.

Full article here

May God Bless You and May You Bless God in All & ALL.

I will begin a new lesson the commandments shortly and look forward to hearing from you.


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