Mothers Day tributes (woman, church, prayers, Jesus Christ)

[Miss Blue]

God bless all the mothers and grandmothers who come here to post daily or just to read..

Please post your tributes to your moms here if you wish to share with us..

My mom passed out of this life in 1989..She was a tiny woman who never asked for or demanded anything for herself..She often went without food so her 4 very young chidren did not have to..She asked neighbors to give herself and us a ride to the closest church when we lived far out in the country..She sang us to sleep each night in the big bed we children shared to keep us warm on cold winter nights..She often made our bathsoap and candles and clothes from colorful feedsacks the farmers gave us..

She did not see all the above as a sacrifice...she saw it as love.In her last years, she never admitted she was sick or that she needed help. God saw that shwe was tired and deserving of her eternal life free of suffering so He took her home at the age of 70..

[Katzpur]

This is a tribute someone on another site I used to visit posted last year on Mother's Day. It's long, but trust me, it's GOOD.

This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
"It's okay honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead
of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?"
they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids
in the grocery store and swat them in despair when
they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon " twice a night for a year.
And then read it again, "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns
automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?"
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away
at college -- or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for the mothers that put teddybears and
pinwheels and their children's graves. This is for
mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't
find the words to reach them. For all the mothers
who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of
recent school shootings, and the mothers
of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors,
and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs
in horror, hugging their child
who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep to
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put
her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know they
are safe again in her home?

Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivation....
And for mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. For all of us...

This is for you all. So hang in there.
The world would be terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere.
You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world.

Please pass along to all the moms in your life!!!
Or to anyone one whom you love who has been lucky enough to have had a mom...
even if she was imperfect... (most of us are)

“Home is what catches you when we fall -
and we all fall.”

[.sparrow.]

My beloved mother also passed from this life in 1989 at the young age of 45. Mere words cannot express the depth of my love for her, nor can they rightly express all that she is. I don't even know if I can even try. I will just say that with all of the suffering throughout her life, she managed to demonstrate to me that love is real. Very real. And that love never ends.
The countless ways she showed me what love really is.

And to my mom's mom, my grandma... thank you for your quiet strength and peristent, remarkably unconditional love even though...I was the way I was in the years after mom's death. And for that I am forever grateful and humbled.

"Hi granny.."

Death is nothing at all.. I have only slipped into the next room...

Amen to that.

peace,
sparrow

[little elmer]

My mom was a champion for our Father - she said every day was Father's Day.

She was a humble warrior, anointed to teach but had to ask for His meat each Sunday/Wednesday because she had nothing in and of herself - that's why she was so anointed. She taught many of us the way of the Cross, and it led to many seeing the truth of resurrection life - one of which was me.

She had many children, though only one through natural birth - the rest were spiritual. She passed in 2005, but her legacy lives on. She wouldn't have me honor her, but our Father instead...

...that's why she's worth honoring.

[ans57]

My mother is alive and still kicking hard at age 83...

I don't pick a day to commemorate "mother's day"...the only thing this promote is SALE for material things and discontent when forgotten! True mother's day is 24/7...

[hljc]

One mother who the Lord God called blessed was the Mother of Jesus who stood there before an Angel of the Lord ``How shall this be seeing I know no man? `` No big deal How would you do if an Angel of the Lord said that to you?...... Here the mother of Jesus stood before the cross of Christ and watched as her Son died of the cross... Imagine the horror in that........Honor go to all the Mothers..... Be Blessed......

[Katzpur]

My mother died just under six months ago at the age of 96. She was an absolutely remarkable woman. She was an avid reader, who read more than a dozen books the last year of her life. She could have told you what the stock market closed at a week before her death. She spent her entire life in service to her family, church and community. I miss her deeply, but am so happy for her that she is with my father again, and that they're waiting for me to join them someday.

[Betsey Lane]

Originally Posted by Miss Blue

God bless all the mothers and grandmothers who come here to post daily or just to read..

Please post your tributes to your moms here if you wish to share with us..

My mom passed out of this life in 1989..She was a tiny woman who never asked for or demanded anything for herself..She often went without food so her 4 very young chidren did not have to..She asked neighbors to give herself and us a ride to the closest church when we lived far out in the country..She sang us to sleep each night in the big bed we children shared to keep us warm on cold winter nights..She often made our bathsoap and candles and clothes from colorful feedsacks the farmers gave us..

She did not see all the above as a sacrifice...she saw it as love.In her last years, she never admitted she was sick or that she needed help. God saw that shwe was tired and deserving of her eternal life free of suffering so He took her home at the age of 70..

Thank you for sharing that Miss Blue. You have me here crying..... You're mommy sounded so much like mines. Sacrificing everything for her children sake. Remember her walking for several miles just to iron someone's clothes to be able to buy us food to eat. Never faltering, never wavering in her faith, committed to her Lord & Savior Jesus Christ until her passing exactly one year and month ago. (Left a path for me to follow....mommy I'm trying real hard! It's not easy....but, I'm committed to running this race!)

Thank you for the consolation and prayers that you and so many other wonderful people sent and prayed on my behalf. I haven't forgotten.

Mom Lived Her Life for Love of Friends and Family

Mom lived her life for love of friends and family,
Neither asking for nor wanting a return.
Her days became a sunlit homily,
With others' joy her joy and main concern.
When we were ill, she also became sick;
When we were cut, she, too, began to bleed.
Of our oil lamp she was the wick,
Drawing her bright flame from our need.
Some say that such behavior's out of date:
That self-fulfillment is the way to grace.
But Mom, without much choice, then chose her fate,
Finding greater truth in an embrace.
She lives on in the sparkle in our eyes:
Laughing, quiet, gentle, loving, wise.


Author: Nicolas Gordon


To all the mom's that's gone us before us...this is to you, on behalf of all your daughter's. We'll see you again!


Your sister, friend in Christ Jesus Betsey

[Eusebius]

My mom raised 13 children from her sole husband with three sets of twins.
This was during the day when she washed the clothes, sewed the holes in our socks and knees, did the cooking etc. etc. etc.
I raised just one child and it nearly drove me bonkers. But of course I'm a man and not gifted with what a woman has to raise children.
She died a month after my daughter was born almost 17 years ago at the age of 76.

[Betsey Lane]

Originally Posted by Eusebius

My mom raised 13 children from her sole husband with three sets of twins.
This was during the day when she washed the clothes, sewed the holes in our socks and knees, did the cooking etc. etc. etc.
I raised just one child and it nearly drove me bonkers. But of course I'm a man and not gifted with what a woman has to raise children.
She died a month after my daughter was born almost 17 years ago at the age of 76.

Wow! THREE sets of twins! God truly blessed her. I have 1 set and that's a task in itself. Blessings to you.