Mother's Path of Life
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long
she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be
old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything
could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and
gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear
streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing
will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the
shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them
with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for
are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to
children," A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed,
and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and
"This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned
in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of
war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the
said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and
saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the
darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all,
I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall
strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted
her for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,
beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And
mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the
is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their
children after them."
And the children said, " You will always walk with us, Mother, even when
you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she
went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot
see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a
memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered
she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives
inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's
place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with
every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and
nothing on earth can separate you.. Not time, not space...not even death!
Walking in Mommy's Footsteps
My three year-old was on my heels no matter where I went. Whenever
I stopped to do something and turned back around, I would trip over him. I
patiently suggested fun activities to keep him occupied. But he simply
smiled an innocent smile and said, "Oh that's all right, Mommy. I'd
be in here with you." Then he continued to bounce happily along behind
After stepping on his toes for the fifth time, I began to lose
When I asked him why he was acting this way, he looked up at me with
green eyes and said, "Well, Mommy, my teacher told me to walk in Jesus'
footsteps. But I can't see Him, so I'm walking in yours."
They're Only Little Once.
Dear Father God:
Grant me the wisdom to guide them down the path that their feet should take. For I know that they can never turn back and walk those paths with me again. Give me the wisdom to guide their feet so that someday they'll be able to walk alone.
They're only little once.
Give me the time I need to enjoy them. For I know that after they're grown, I'll never have another chance to tell stories and pretend at those tea parties. I'll never have another chance to watch them in a school play or church sing, or to see them catch that first fish or hit that first home run ball. Give me the time in life's busy schedule to have fun with my children.
They're only little once.
Let me be a loving parent. Let me correct and not just punish, explain and not merely scold. Let me know when to correct, and how often, and when it's best to just look the other way. Help me be patient and give me a gentle hand to mold them into better people.
They're only little once.
Let me be a good teacher and an even better example. Give me the right words and deeds to teach them. Help me to teach them about You and how to walk in Your ways so that when they are old they will not depart from Your ways. For they're only little one time, only innocent and trusting and pliable for a space of time, one minute in an eternity. Let me do my best for them while I have the chance.
God is our "Father" in Heaven. He is our example, our teacher, our friend, and He desires for us to spend eternity with Him. God cares about every little thing in our life. He sets the example for what love is. He asks us to pass this on to our children, grandchildren, friends, neighbors, etc.
So have fun! Don't get so bogged down with the cares of the world that you forget what the really important things are! Let them see Jesus' love in all you do, so that they might know Jesus as Lord! (The above Prayer and post script was sent to us by Rev. John Fernandez of Thoughts for the Day ~ March 12, 2003)
~ PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS and CHILDREN YOU KNOW. MAY WE NEVER TAKE
OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED
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