Mother's Day (Part 1)
My first blog is to honor my momma on Mother’s Day. Whenever I read these verses in Proverbs 31, it makes me think the writer, King Solomon, must have known my mother personally….
25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth 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.
There isn’t much more I can add to the words of a King, but there are a few things I NEED to say about my mom, and TO my mom. I think that for someone who was always so busy with kids, actively involved in church and working a full time job, there is a tendency to no longer feel needed or important when the children (and grandchildren) are grown, when retirement comes, and when driving one’s self somewhere is no longer an option. But let there be no doubt - having my mom’s presence in my life is just as important to me now as when I was a little girl needing her to dress me and brush my hair. She is the matriarch of the Turley household – thirty of us, at last count -, the glue that keeps us altogether. She believes in us, cheers us all on in our successes, prays for us in our failures. She still finds many, many ways to bless others, including making dresses and school uniforms that are sent to a mission that clothes little girls in several countries. Only eternity will reveal the lives she has touched, and continues to bless, throughout her life.
Talma Turley is my rock, a shining example of strength even when life is hard. It’s possible that she may not be perfect, (that point is highly argumentative), but she’s perfect for ME.
“Her children arise up and call her blessed!”…. I call you blessed, Momma! Thank you for everything!