Bobby’s Grandmother, My Mother
As our storm continues to blow the rain and wind from all directions, Bobby and I have a sure and stable GPS from God’s Word that gives us clear and precise directions no matter whether the rain and wind is causing us to steer forward or making us go through another detour.
Bobby’s Grandmother was a woman who weathered many difficult storms in her life. She was not an individual that pulled you up in her lap and wrapped her arms around you but she was an individual that said love in so many other ways.
Proverbs 31:10-12, 15, 17, 20, 25-27, 30-31 – A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Just as Bobby’s Grandmother encountered numerous storms, my mother also had her share of life’s storms. However, my mother did pull you up onto her lap and cover you with her love and care.
My Mother was a Mary and a Martha, Luke 10: 38– 42. She did sit at Jesus’ feet and listen as Mary, but she also was known as a hospitable homemaker as Martha.
Bobby’s Grandmother and my Mother were very different women but in the core of their heart, Luke 8:15 – But the seed on good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it, and by persevering produce a crop. Galatians 5:22-23 – But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.
Just as the storms brought pain, suffering, heartbreak and grief in Bobby’s Grandmother’s life and my Mother’s life, we too have had to be over comers. Our memories of them both are filled with how they navigated their storms by the love of God and His unchangeable Word.
At this present moment, I cannot see, hug, or tell Bobby’s Grandmother or my Mother, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY. However, when God removes me from this temporary home to my permanent home, I will then.