Celebrating A Birthday I’m Thankful For – Momma I Will Never Forget

Back in the 1920’s on November 18 God’s plan to bring me into the earth was well on its way. My Mother was born. Years later after marrying my Father I showed up.

I am forever thankful that God allowed her to be my Mom. She was the most beautiful person I know from the inside out. Everyone who knew her loved her. She never met a stranger.

I had a close bond with my Mom from the day I was born that lasted till the day she went to be with The Lord. She would always tell me I was special. I wasn’t much of a talker and periodically she would ask me if there was anything I wanted to talk about. Of course my answer was always no.

Our close bond continued into my adulthood. I would say Momma would you….. and her answer was always yes baby.

She was the best Grandma any kids could have. Fortunately my kids had that privilege. Mom lived long enough to love on her oldest great grandson.

Mom taught me how to be a decent human being. She instilled in me the bottom line is do the right thing. Respect for my elders was important-yes mam, no sir was and still is the respectful way to answer.

Momma I’m thankful that you were assigned to bring me into this world to nurture and grow me up to be the godly human being I’ve turned out to be.

I’ll always love you and celebrate you every year on the day of your birth.

Thankful For My Extra Special Grandmothers

After reading a beautiful poem about a grandmother, memories of both my grandmothers flooded my mind.

We called my mother’s mother Nana. We called my father’s mother Grandma Peekie Boo. I was named after both of them. No my name is not Nana Peekie Boo.

It was my first Mother’s Day. My infant daughter was two months old. I was still trying to adjust to motherhood and at the same time my hormones were still trying to get back to normal. I didn’t get a present from my daughter through my husband and that wasn’t a good thing. Tears started streaming down my cheeks in a steady flow that wouldn’t stop.

My Nana in her frail state went to her bedroom and came out with a present for me to ease my pain-a beautiful dress. My Nana’s love and generosity eased the pain and her words of comfort blessed me. I had five months of her loving kindness before she home to heaven.

Grandma Peekie Boo was a master at crocheting. She was so good at it that she could sleep while crocheting and never miss a stitch. Grandma created beautiful masterpieces. She taught me to crochet.

The last time I spent time with Grandma Peekie Boo was when I was taking her to New York to visit her sister when I was sixteen. We traveled by train all night. I’d fallen to sleep when The Lord awakened me. Grandma was trying to get ready for bed by beginning to undress. I was able to stop her.

It was difficult to stay awake and found myself being awakened again. This time she had undressed further. I had to take Grandma to the restroom to get her redressed. That wasn’t an easy task because I had to balance and hold her up and keep the both of us from falling. I struggled to stay awake after that because I was afraid Grandma would completely disrobe the next time.

We made it to New York without further incident. After a day of recuperating I boarded a train back home alone. That was the last time I saw Grandma Peekie Boo before she went to heaven.

I’m thankful to have been named after two great women of God. They left a legacy that I’m proud of and I’m forever grateful.

Who or what are you thankful for today?

O Death You Lost Your Sting

O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” 1Corinthians 15:55 NTL

Today I attended a Memorial Service for a well-loved young man who attended the same church as I do. Aaron was loved by his family as well as every one whose life he touched.

He was born with an ailment that caused paralysis to his lower extremities. That didn’t stop him from doing what he wanted. Aaron played football, entered his dog in shows and many other activities that might make any other person feel sorry for themselves and not attempt to live a full and exciting life.

The most important thing about Aaron was his love for The Lord. As a result of his love he was an intercessor. During Intercessory Prayer time you could always find him at prayer service-he was the first one there waiting for someone to open the church.

Another gift of Aaron’s was the ability to blow two Shofars at a time. That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

I introduced him to my grandson when he was visiting me and every time I saw Aaron after that he would always ask about my grandson. He probably added him to his prayer list.

What resonated with me from the words of encouragement that were spoken during the Memorial Service was we go to sleep on earth and wake up in heaven. Before today I felt death was final. Now I see it in a different light which takes the sting out of death for me.

I will miss Aaron and all the hugs I got from him, I rejoice with him that he has left a place of uncertainty and move to a sure place to forever be with his Lord.

Aaron I rejoice with you but I will miss you.

Thankful for My Exodus

I’m not the same person I was four years ago when I made my exodus from Ohio to Texas. When I arrived in Texas I was a hot mess and I didn’t realize it. The fact is I was a hot mess in Ohio before I left but it wasn’t easy to detect.

I’m thankful that today, 3 years 11 months later I’m a new person from the inside out. I’ve been delivered from many issues that have haunted me for a long time. Not only did I overcome the issues but also lost weight. Those issues would have hindered me from moving into my purpose and destiny. I’m liking who I have become. All this has happened by the gentle hand of God.

Can you look at your life and see anything you’ve been delivered from? Has your life changed as a result of the deliverance?

I Wish I Were

I wish I were one of the grown-ups I wanted to be when I was a kid dreaming of my future.

I dreamed of being an elementary school teacher. I loved little kids. I had the patience and desire. I also dreamed of owning a day care. That dream also connected me with little kids.

I wish I were an artist standing before a canvas and letting my creative juices flow. Making beautiful artwork that the person taking in the beauty be swept into their own I wish I were.

Instruments making music reverberate within me every since I was a child. My desire was to play the piano. I wish I were an excellent pianist that could make the keys dance beneath my fingertips to the melody of my choice and bring joy to the listening ear.

I wish I were free to be able to express myself through my writing that would help the reader see a clearer picture of themselves and not let anything stop them and having to one day think I wish I were.

I truly wish I were able to ignore the annoying voice that repeatedly haunted me with you can’t do this or that. I wish I were able to push past that and succeeded.