Feb 11 Write 20 Minutes

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I was thinking about how my words of wisdom as a mom can feel sometimes like blowing into the wind. I get the same "Oh mom", after they hear me preach the same sermon the 1000th time. 

I really just can't help myself. Especially when it truths about God I want them to know deeply within their heart. I will preach about my battle song and how being thankful changes everything...because I have found it to be true...

Often, I don't even get a response when I sermonize. That usually silences me as quickly as anything, as I really don't like talking to the air and space. Then, I shut up and pray a little. And try to practice what I preach about love and forgiveness.

So Mom, this is for you.

 I want you to know that I heard you say when someone was "playing God" and sing "God is still on the throne" when they got too forward thinking about science and life or politics. I know the smartest way to shut down gossip is to take your stance of, "least said, soonest mended". 

When one of your children went on a trip, your courageous, "No news is good news", stays with me now, as my kids do their adventures. "Oh, you're full of hot air," meant it was time to stop blabbering and do a little thinking. "Self-pity is the devil's tool" is a truth that bumps me back into joy and peace when I accept it's heart core message.

All dogs were "hound dogs". I don't know why. Where did my mother get her expressions? I'm pretty sure there isn't a reason or deep lesson for that particular one. 

The midafternoon blues and demanding chores were met with a defiance of flinging open the doors and hollering, "Hello, Outside!"

One more. " The hardest people to love need the most love," and that was a truth that has helped me love a lot of unloveable people. It may be the one that has helped me on days when I am most unloveable as well. Jesus loves me this I know.

I was listening, Mom, and I still hear you in my ears while I do everyday chores and go to church and get along with others. I am thankful that you're still around so I can tell you. Do you think one day my kids will say to me, "Keep talking, Mama?"

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