this is my mom! me! and my daughter anna joy! three generations for women!! awesome…
i spoke at a ladies tea this weekend. it was a precious time. the following is what i shared there. it may be lengthy for a blog but it’s worth the read. hope you are blessed……
There’s something about the voice of our mom’s, isn’t there? There’s something about that voice that’s in your ear encouraging you on day after day. Maybe for you, it’s not your mom’s voice that you hear, but another dear women God placed in your life. You’ve had someone encourage you, or you wouldn’t be here today.
I still hear my mom’s voice in my ear. For me, my mother is still living, thank God. For you, maybe your mom has passed away. Maybe your relationship is broken. Even though my mom is alive we live in separate places. I can speak with her by phone and visit from time to time. But you know what? I still hear her. I still hear her voice even when she’s not right with me. I hear her when I am trying to accomplish a task “You can do this Karla. Just try your best.” I hear her when I am cooking something new “Ok Karla. You might want to check that bread in the oven. I know I burn mine all the time but you better check yours”. I hear her when I am in a tough parenting place with my children “Be patient Karla. They’ll be all grown before you know it. Make this time special. Pick your battles.” I hear her when I am scared to do something I have to step out in “You got this Karla. You were made to do this! Remember to smile”. I hear her when I’ve failed “Oh Karla. Get back up. You’ll do better next time. What have you learned?” I hear her when I’ve succeeded. It’s actually when I hear her loudest. “Way to go Karla. I knew you would do well in that.” My mom’s voice is precious.
I have observed something interesting about the voice of a parent. On the baseball field I watch my kids get out there and give it their all. Everyone in the stands is cheering them on. Calling our their number and yelling their name. In the midst of it all, they walk to the plate, try to position their feet, hands, bat, head, BODY the right way. With all of the noise around them, my husband or I can just with a slightly louder tone than normal call out to them “Choke up on that bat. Step back just a bit. Raise that elbow. Watch that ball.” And they begin to do all of those things in the order they hear them. Above the stadiums din, they hear my voice. Above all of the noise, they hear the voice of the one that loves them the most.
Isn’t that amazing? It is to me. Did you know that the voice of God is like that? He is the best parent ever. In Him , there are all the resources to be the best person ever. The best friend. Aunt. Teacher. Confidant. Mother. Woman. We have a lot of noise in our lives a lot of times. May it be that God’s voice is heard above all of the others. He’s always speaking. He’s always cheering you on. He’s always directing. He’s always near.
This closing song speaks of the women in our lives that have gone before us and the young ladies who are coming behind us. Our lives are often captured in photographs, aren’t’ they? To those women in the old black and white photographs you find in albums your family has kept all the way to the pictures we’ve taken today. Every women has a story to tell. Do you ever wonder about the stories that accompany the pictures? I do. I can stare into a photo and get lost in wondering how life was or is for a person. Was life hard? Easy? Did that woman find it easy to live a life of faith and love? What does her life say to me? What is HER voice speaking to my heart through the history she has left me?
The truth is, we will all one day be someone’s photograph. Life will take it’s natural course and that young girl we’ve yet to meet will be asking their mom, friend, aunt, etc about us. What will be said of you? I sure know what I want to be said of me. May all who come behind me find me faithful! May all who come behind US, find US faithful.