Proverbs 1:8-9
Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.
The imagery in this verse makes me think of how my mom used to put enormous bows in my hair for school every day, [it was the 90's] and how she still makes sure I am fit to leave my house and be in public.
Now that I am soooooo grown up, a whole 22 years worth, I suppose she trusts that I can keep myself together, remembering her expectations.
These are a few motherly teachings I will not forsake:
"Get your ass out of bed and get to church!"
"If you're gonna quit [any given sports team], your legs better be broken!"
"If you're ever on the news, there better be a good reason for it."
And something about how I should just be nice to everyone, let the mean people worry about themselves.
I appreciate this.
I fell asleep today around 5:00pm, and didn't get to give my mom a card or her gardening tools or have dinner with everyone. [Stupid tired Dewey!!]
:(
Hopefully she still loves me.
[I'm so blessed!]
This is a truth about moms:
They have no idea how much they're teaching.
[Have you ever heard or been a tiny child who lets out a little curse word? Thaaaat makes moms blush.] I just giggle about these things; women who are only human, passing human traits along.
So even drunken/homeless/jail-bound/suicidal/selfish moms who forget they even have kids are full of lessons. She might exhaust you, she could even drag you down with her. Or you might be just inspired. Learn from your parents. If you watch your mother walk a twisted path, know to walk a different one.
I guess I am just praying for anyone who thinks they got gypped on a mom. If anyone is bitter for any reason toward her, then hey, who do you think you are?
She gave you life. And she may not have taught you how to be peaceful but, you're bright enough...
My prayer for Mother's Day, God, is that our moms will sense our appreciation for them, whether on earth or in your kingdom, and that our hearts will be show joy and feel any forgiveness that we've been avoiding. It's too easy to be bitter, so help us grow our little moments of mom-joy.
Amen.
Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.
The imagery in this verse makes me think of how my mom used to put enormous bows in my hair for school every day, [it was the 90's] and how she still makes sure I am fit to leave my house and be in public.
Now that I am soooooo grown up, a whole 22 years worth, I suppose she trusts that I can keep myself together, remembering her expectations.
These are a few motherly teachings I will not forsake:
"Get your ass out of bed and get to church!"
"If you're gonna quit [any given sports team], your legs better be broken!"
"If you're ever on the news, there better be a good reason for it."
And something about how I should just be nice to everyone, let the mean people worry about themselves.
I appreciate this.
I fell asleep today around 5:00pm, and didn't get to give my mom a card or her gardening tools or have dinner with everyone. [Stupid tired Dewey!!]
:(
Hopefully she still loves me.
[I'm so blessed!]
This is a truth about moms:
They have no idea how much they're teaching.
[Have you ever heard or been a tiny child who lets out a little curse word? Thaaaat makes moms blush.] I just giggle about these things; women who are only human, passing human traits along.
I guess I am just praying for anyone who thinks they got gypped on a mom. If anyone is bitter for any reason toward her, then hey, who do you think you are?
She gave you life. And she may not have taught you how to be peaceful but, you're bright enough...
My prayer for Mother's Day, God, is that our moms will sense our appreciation for them, whether on earth or in your kingdom, and that our hearts will be show joy and feel any forgiveness that we've been avoiding. It's too easy to be bitter, so help us grow our little moments of mom-joy.
Amen.
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