Mother's Day

This is the first flower of this year from a rose bush that our daughter, Tiffany, and her husband, Brian, gave me last year for Mother's Day. They are the most fragrant roses we have ever smelled. They are some kind of a perfumed rose. It's like the gift that keeps on giving. Thank you, Tiffany and Brian!

My mother is a great example of what a mother should be. She always gave of herself for her children. I don't remember her playing games too much, having idle chat on the phone or watching TV or movies. Her first responsibilities were to her family and her God. She worked tirelessly making our clothes, making sure we were where we were supposed to be, and trying to make us behave. She worked as a nurse on the midnight shift, but it was very evident that her Lord and her church came first and sleep second. I remember on Sundays when she had to work weekends that she would come home from work in the morning, take a nap, get up and go to Sunday School and church, go home, fix lunch, go to sleep, wake up in time for choir practice and church, go home after evening service, take a nap, and go to work. That's dedication. Thank you, Mom.

Back in the early to mid-80s, I was in a ladies trio at High Street Baptist Church. Our piano player (our director) wanted to come up with a song for Mother's Day. I had an idea for the music, and she took it and ran with it. Here are the words to the song we wrote.

SHE IS TO BE PRAISED

by Janet O'Rear and Vicki Whitfield

Who in this world can give a home its warmth and security?

A woman who fears the Lord, she is to be praised.

Who in this world is given trust in raising tomorrow?

A woman who fears the Lord, she is to be praised.


Her children will rise up and call her blessed

When she speaks with wisdom from the Lord.


Who in this world can comfort hearts and then teach them how to grow?

A woman who fears the Lord, she is to be praised.

Happy Mother's Day to all of you with children here on earth and/or in Heaven.