He must have been about 12 yrs. old. We were driving toward Murray, KY after a spring rain & I noticed the end of the rainbow had to be fairly close. We turned down a little country side road & followed as near as we could to where we thought we would reach it.
After rounding several curves, we got to the top of a hill & there it was – just a few feet away. We got close enough to see the water droplets sparkling & reflecting all the misty colors. Just a simple, quiet moment in time.
God’s gifts are that way – not always trumpeted or heralding pompous grandeur – but echoed in a Mom & son’s memory – a wonder of God’s creation shared one day when they decided to venture off the beaten path & take the road less traveled.
I love Him.
These were the hands that rocked me gently
And kept me safe from harm
They gently guided me through life
And sheltered me in the storm
They worked for years to carry the weight
Of what should have been carried by two
They didn’t question the road they went down
They just did what they had to do
They guided my steps through a narrow path
They taught me the way I should go
And left them for me to sow
I learned John 3:16 before I could read
And to treat others with kindness and care
I knew if I had something you needed
It was left up to me to share
These hands weren’t created for idle work
They were created to show me the way
Though I never knew when these hands grew
They’d wave goodbye someday
As they folded in prayer at an old kitchen chair
Streaks of tears stained a table
For the promise of God was impressed in her heart
And with Him she knew she was able
Written on May 9th, 2012 for Diania’s Mom, whom went to Heaven on May 14th. “Momma” heard the poem and was very pleased. Diania is looking forward to seeing her Mom again, someday. Praise the Lord!
When a mother starts praying
You better step aside
Heaven’s gates will open and
Angels will sing inside
There’s no greater power
Than a mother on her knees
God sees her tears
He will answer her pleas
A child in need of prayer
Is God’s biggest concern
And offering up a prayer
Should be the first lesson we learn
It’s not His desire
To turn us away
He says seek me early
You’ll find me when you pray
A troubled child
Who has gone astray
Will find His way back
And thank you someday
A sick child waiting
For a miracle healing
Will covet your prayers through
The path they’ve been living
What other power
Do you hold in your hands
Anything short of prayer
Simply won’t stand
So fall on your knees
For the sake of your child
Your greatest reward
Will be their smile
You’re holding a gift
Clasped tight in your hand
God gave it to you
Now follow His plan
Now I’ll lay her down to sleep
And pray the Lord her soul He’ll keep
So when the night turns into day
Once again she’ll romp and play
She’ll track some dirt across my floor
With sticky fingers reach for more
She’ll cry and then she’ll laugh so sweet
That’s what makes my life complete
Then the day will be night again
With tired eyes she’ll wonder in
She’ll climb upon my lap to sleep
While I pray the Lord her soul He’ll keep
Written for Kimmy, 1983
by her mother, Lona Walker
To learn more about Lona (pronounced like Donna with an “L”) please visit her website at www.lona.org. She has an amazing testimony that you will be nothing but blessed to read about!
Exodus 20:12 NLT
“Honor your father and mother. Then you will live a long, full life in the land the Lord your God is giving you.”
Well, as you know by now, I have two beautiful daughters- Naomi who is 4 and Adah who is 2- that are really great kids, but they have their moments where they don’t mind testing my patience. As we were working on our last verse, it crossed my mind that our current verse is a MUST. And before I went on to anything else, Exodus 20:12 had to be this week’s verse.
I was worried about it being a challenge for my girls. Not because of the verse itself, but because of the length. They have been doing great, but this one was a tad longer than they’re used to. I went with the NLT version to make it a little bit more kid friendly. With Adah being younger, I only taught her the first sentence. She did very good remembering it….except that any time I ask her to say it for someone she says, “Honor jour (‘J’s instead of ‘Y’s) mother and jour wife.” I think maybe that’s the version that belongs in the Husband’s Bible. 🙂
For Naomi, I taught her all of it and she did excellent, considering it’s length. She learned most of it and can say almost all of it correctly. I just have to remind her of maybe the first word in the last two sentences and she remembers it. I taught them that honoring their father and mother meant loving, obeying, listening, being good and being respectful. They learned that by doing all of that they not only make Mommy and Daddy happy, but also make Jesus happy.
As the week went on, if Adah was doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing, Naomi would say, “Mommy! She’s not honoring!” I found this amusing and used it to my advantage. They wanted to honor, and I urged them to follow the commandment God gave to them (and the rest of us).
We didn’t have a big craft this week, but I made them a coloring sheet with the scripture printed on it and a picture of a family. They enjoyed coloring and were excited that they learned another verse. At the end of each week, I always hear, “What’s our next verse, Mommy?” I am so proud of them for how well they’re doing.
Don’t forget to check in next week…we’re learning about praise!
I am NO June Cleaver by any means. I do not get up each morning to make my kids breakfast. My house is NOT spotless. Sometimes, my laundry backs up for a couple of days before I wash them. I’d rather wash toilets than do a sink of dishes. I would like to buy something for myself every now and then…
I love my children dearly, and they will ALWAYS come before my needs. That is a sacrifice that I am more than willing to make. My desire is to teach them to be self sufficient. To know how to run a household, cook a meal, do for others. I give my children chores. They have to help take out the trash, fold clothes, wash clothes, vacuum, etc. We are teaching them to cook. I am helping them to hide the WORD in their hearts, so that they can pull from it when needed. It’s so funny to hear my 5 year old say the Lord’s Prayer and mess up on some of the words.
True mothering is becoming a lost art. Don’t get me wrong, there are A LOT of GREAT mothers out there, but some just do not care how their children turn out. They don’t care about what they are putting into their kids. It drives me crazy to see people teaching their children to expect something from others. Like they are entitled to something from everyone.
Over this past weekend, our church took part in a local festival. It made me feel great because I got so many compliments on how much my kids worked and helped out. One lady said, “You’re raising some awesome and responsible men here.” Of course, I didn’t get too proud.
My kids love to help. They are willing to help others and that blesses my heart. In Psalms, it says to “consider the poor” and I definitely don’t have to worry about my kids not wanting to help somebody else. I’m not bragging on our parental skills, just trying to set an example for other parents.
So, what kind of mother are you? Are you raising up a child in the way they should go, or are you raising bullies? Brats? Kids that think they are better than everyone else? Only you and God know the true contents of your parental skills. I encourage you to take a look at yourself and see what needs improvement and what is just right.
Be Blessed!! 🙂