Psalm 119:11: Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against Thee.
Yesterday a lot of you visited with your mothers and grandmothers, aunts, kids, and of course a father or two, and you celebrated a wonderful holiday, the one where we honor someone who nurtured us as we grew. With rare exceptions, mothers and grandmothers demonstrate God's love for us. Unconditional love. Agape' love. The kind of love that lifts you up. All of us need that.
We take it for granted, don't we? Mom used to write me these thick letters--they often needed extra postage. She wrote on both sides of the paper and would even write up the side of the page to fit in just a few more words. I used to tease her about the books she wrote. She wrote about local happenings, weather, relatives, and whatever else came to her mind. It would take her a week or so to write them.
And I threw them away.
Can you believe that? Me, the same person my husband begs to throw away a ten-year-old magazine. I threw away these precious letters from Mom. I'd give a small fortune to get them back. I have one thin letter from her left, stored in my old Bible. Every once in a while I open it and read it again.
God wrote us thick letters, too. My favorites are the Gospels, but the rest of the New Testament and Psalms and Proverbs--all are jewels to keep and treasure.
O Lord, Please help me to remember to keep Your words in my heart. I need You more and more every day. Lord, even if I forget all about everything else and everyone else in the world, I want to remember You. I want to remember You past Sunday. You are the One who loves all the way through the week, not just on Sunday. Help me return the favor. When I falter, when my memory slips, all the way to the end, Lord. Thank You.
2 comments:
A beautiful post, Anne. Thank you.
Thanks, Ginny. You're grandma certainly doesn't look any 90 years old!
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