My Mom

This last week while Steve and Andrew were on their mission trip to Mexico, I took the rest of the kids down to stay with my parents in Oregon. While we were there we got to enjoy Mom, Dad and Heather as well as parks with water fountains that the kids were able to run through to cool off. We took naps, we probably had ice cream everyday (very unusual for us) and the kids were able to semi-torment my sisters cat. But there was one thing that stuck out to me, very subtly, my Mom in the Scripture. The night after we returned I layed in bed thinking about that and started formulating a poem in my head, so I had to write it down. We impact more people by what we do than by what we say! Thanks Mom for your wonderful example!

In her extended moments

I'd find her upon her bed

Reading God's Word and underlining

Every word that was read

It took me back to my childhood

When often I would see

Her Bible opened at the table

As she looked after me

"Let's Pray" was often said by her

in many situations

Lost money, keys and glasses

or in life's tribulations

In her life God's seen her through

A death of a child, a wayward son

She knows exactly what she will do

and exactly to whom she will run

No, she's not perfect, and neither are we

But her faithfulness to God leaves a mark

A mark that I want to leave to my children

And a Love that will never depart

(excuse the layout, blogger wouldn't publish it with the spaces to separate the verses)