Christina found this letter while going through her mother’s things. This is a letter from her grandfather to his father when he was young. I found it very touching and inspirational and I hope you do as well.
I am just a little fellow, but I have been doing some thinking. Some day I will be a big man just like you. You are my ideal – I think you can do anything. I like to hear you talk, and watch you walk, and to see you drive the car. You are so strong and it seems that you know how to handle any situation. I am never afraid when you are around.
But Dad, there is something that is bothering me a lot, I know that I am going to be like you, even though I should try to be different. I like to go to Sunday school and Church. When I get a little older, very likely I will not – cause you don’t go. I like to study the Bible now, but will I when I get as big as you? You do not. When I get big like you, Daddy, I want to go to Church with my Wife; but will I? You don’t very often. I am going to be like you, I want to give thanks at the table for food, clothing, and the home God has given us, but Daddy, I want to help my wife and win others to Christ and especially our Children – but how can I? You think only of your work, and paying for our house, and buying our food and clothes. This is very nice Daddy; but the Bible says, “Man shall not live by bread alone,” and I know that is true because people are dying every day and leaving pretty homes behind, and also their savings accounts. Daddy, I am afraid you wouldn’t take time off from the store to go to heaven.
Anyway, Dad, I have enjoyed talking with you about these things. I do hope you will become a Christian some time so that I can be the kind of man I want to be – and be just like you too.
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Today is my first mother’s day without my mom.
I have been dreading this day for weeks now. Last week there were multiple days I was so depressed at the thought of this day without her I could barely function. Losing my mom has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face in my life. From regrets of how I treated her at times growing up, to wishing I would’ve had her show me how to make her chicken salad (to which all other chicken salad pales in comparison), to aching for my youngest child that will never be held by his LaLa. It is so very true that you can’t ever know how hard it is to lose a parent until you do yourself (of course the same goes for losing a child as well, and my heart aches for those mamas today that have faced that).
This morning my Father in law who is a wonderful preacher taught a great sermon that was about mothers. At one point during the lesson where I was trying not to focus on how much I missed her, I looked down at my bible. My bible that was hers, that she had gotten to celebrate my birth. In that moment, I realized that I still have her. I can study the bible with her by seeing her highlights and reading the notes she’s written in it. Her loving manner is in my oldest son who will run up to strangers in the store and ask if he can hug them and tells them that he loves them. There’s been a time or two you could see it in their eyes that they needed that. Her gentleness is in my daughter who as I was crying last week on one of those days hugged me tight and just simply told me that she loves me and misses LaLa too. Her warmth is in my youngest who just lights up a room with his sweet smile. He has been such a ray of sunshine through this difficult year.
People often tell me just how special and sweet my mom was. How much she’s missed. The great example she left for them. She lives on through them and the things they tell me about her. Sometimes things I didn’t know. My siblings and I were very blessed to have her as our mother. I’m so thankful for the example she left, especially that of her faith. Often the thought of her, no matter how happy the memory, can leave me feeling as if my heart has been ripped apart… But today in that moment looking at my mother’s bible I had a sense of peace and comfort. In that moment, I knew that she would truly always be with me. Happy Mother’s Day mom. I love you and will miss you always.
Proverbs 31: 25-31
25 Strength and honor are her clothing;
She shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
And on her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many daughters have done well,
But you excel them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And let her own works praise her in the gates.
With this round of crud that’s hit our family, I’ve been so torn about church attendance. I don’t want to get anyone else sick, but I know it’s vital that the spiritual health of my children be attended to.
In my very little amount of research on this, I’ve come across this article that makes a ton of sense.
“The bottom line, then, is this: Keep your child home from school if there’s fever, or if the child feels too crummy to participate — but don’t worry so much about the runny nose in the row behind.”
I think we’ll be coming to services more often with runny noses. Kids can be contagious without showing any symptoms, and can be coughing their heads off just because the virus they just got rid of irritated their lungs’ linings. There’s no way to know.