I wanted to post something special today. July 14th was the day my mom died in 1991. My mom loved to write. She wrote short stories, poetry,and songs and would sometimes sing the songs she wrote at church while playing her guitar. She and I would often sing the songs she wrote while we rode along in the car together. Once when I was probably about ten years old, I even accompanied her at church. Here’s the happy little ditty we sang during my brief singing career…
Walkin’ in the Light
There is a little Light that’s shining All the way from Galilee Over land and over sea All the way to you and me
So walk in the Light from Galilee walk in the Light and you will see What a change there’s gonna be When you are walkin’ in the Light
There’s a little joy that’s waiting Round the corner just for you You can start your life anew If you open up your heart today
There’s a little love that’s growin’ Way down deep within your soul And it’s gonna make you whole when you learn to give it all away
…fortunately, for the good of the general public, I no longer sing (on stage). But, that little experience was fun.
I wanted to post one more thing my mom wrote. It is a poem that she wrote when she was 11 years old. It was written for her mom on Mother’s Day in 1948.
How Much You Mean To Me
Count all the tulips in Holland Count all the roses in May Count all the joys that go with them Count them again everyday Count all the stars in the evening Count every day in the year Count every happiness God gives And every sigh; every tear Count all the beauties of laughter Count all the love-sparkling eyes Count all the joys of the sunlight Shining high up in the skies Count all the angels in Heaven Count all the leaves on a tree Count all the smiles that go your way That’s how much you mean to me
Okay, so I watched a video earlier this week that a friend of mine posted on Facebook. I keep thinking about it. It was one of the most powerful testimonies I have ever heard. So for that reason, I’ve posted it here.
Zac Smith stepped into eternity and went home to be with Jesus on Sunday,May 16, 2010.
After I watched it, the song Blessed Be Your Name by Matt Redman came to mind. “You give and take away and still I choose to say, blessed be Your Name.” God knows what He is doing, despite our lack of understanding. My mom’s birthday is coming up on May 23rd. She would have been 74 years old this year. I try to picture my mom at this age and I have a hard time doing it. It’s been 19 years since I lost my mom to breast cancer. A few years ago, I came to a point where I actually began to see the “good” that came from that tragedy. God has been able to use the death of my mom to teach me things about Him and things about life. This is a precious gift and I find myself thanking him for it all the time. His plan for our lives is more than our little human minds can even comprehend. But one thing I know with complete certainty is that God is good even when we are confronted with challenges in this life that are difficult to understand. I love this verse and for some reason it came to mind while I was writing this…
“This foolish plan of God is wiser than the wisest of human plans, and God’s weakness is stronger than the greatest of human strength.” 1 Corinthians 1:25 (NLT)