A Tribute To My Mother
So much of what we learn of love
we learn at home. I consider myself to come from a loving
family. Not perfect, but loving. One of four children,
all officially "adults", I believe if we were
to colaborate we would say that we have been blessed with
a loving, godly Mother. It is my honor this Mother's Day
to pay tribute to her.
Shirley Conley, my Mother is a very special person. She is my Mother, but more importantly, she is my friend.
I am not sure when my Mom became one of my best friends...I guess that's not important. We have been through thick and thin together. In all honesty more THICK than THIN. We've laughed together, cried together, sometimes we've even laughed and cried together simultaneously. And together we have learned that: "Our job is not to
straighten each other out, but to help each other
up."
My Mother works full time in a "salesperson" role. She has received "Salesperson Of The Year Awards". She has been named among her company's "Finiest." But I believe the greatest "rewards" have been those of making good friends, bringing joy to others, and making each person who crosses her path feel important.
That's my Mother, always doing good deeds, sowing courtesy, and planting kindness. May she reap what she has sown~friendship and love.
Several years ago I became ill with a very debilitating disease called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy Syndrome. I was hospitalized more than home. I constantly pushed myself to the limits in physical therapy. My Mom, without fail, sent me some "little thing" each week. It always came on just the right day. Sometimes it brought laughter, at other times it brought tears. It always brought with it reminders of God's love and faithfulness. It always was an "infusion of strength." Words of life spoken in "due season" are like spiritual CPR. My "mom mail" kept me from throwing up my hands in despair. It always brought the message that I was not in this alone. Experiencing my Mother's love always pointed to an even greater love and faithfulness...the love of My Heavenly Father Who so lovingly speaks these Words to all who will recieve them: "Can a woman forget her
nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her
womb? Surely they may forget, Yet I will not forget you.
See I have inscribed you in the palms of My hands; Your
walls are continually before Me."
Mom, I want you to know how much I love you. You truly are a "heroine" to me!
Thank You Jana for the beautiful graphics! Diamonds and gold are a few of my Mother's favorite things!
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