As I sit and try to compose this post, there are many things on my mind. First, I am sorry I have not posted in so long. When I logged in I couldn’t believe my last post was Christmas. Now we are already in the Lenten season.
The season of Lent is a very active time to prepare as we approach Christ’s journey to the cross. When thinking about Lent and the love of God, the sacrifice, for me…for all, is very humbling and moving. The love of God for his people is something that, to me, is hard to describe. The gift of His grace He offers leaves me speachless. Even though I cannot articulate it, I think God would rather me act. He would rather me grow deeper in my relationship with him, and others. I believe he would rather me focus on grace and being whole in His love.
I want to focus on our savior’s journey…the sacrifice, the days of Palm Sunday, Good Friday and then the glorious celebration of Easter! It will be a victorious Sunday celebration-a day Christ has claimed for us, victory over sin and death!
As I write, I cannot help but to hear the tune and lyrics of the hymn, “Lift High The Cross”. It is a favorite and love it’s message of victory and we are to adore His sacred name.
When I think of Easter, I also recall a very special Easter Sunday. It was an Easter Sunday when Mom joined First Presbyterian Church, Chattanooga. Mom was brought up Episcopalian. After working through some tough decisions, decided to join the Presbyterian denomination. She grew closer in her relationship with Christ, and with others while being an active member at First Presbyterian. It was a very special time for her. She was nourished, as she also ministered to others while there. Being with Mom in worship was a great experience. She was totally engaged, not just from the aspects of the worship service, her heart and soul were engaged. There was a difference and you could tell! She loved hymn singing and she did not hold back. If she held back, it would be like telling her heart to hold back! The music truly moved Mom, sometimes to tears! I loved that about her…there is so much I love about her.
Lately, it seems like more than normal, I have been thinking about things I love about her. I loved hearing her sing lullabyes to Rachel and Elizabeth when they were babies. I love the tender way she touched your head to see if you had a fever. The other day I was telling John about a time when I was sick, when growing up at home. I explained to John, Mom would make the best-ever potato soup. She would put cold wash cloths on a feverish head and neck. Those were special times, even though at the time, I was not feeling very “special”…just sick. There are great times too, she was the biggest cheerleader! When I would run cross-country or track, because she knew how nervous I would get, would not tell me she was there until after I finished the race. She was there supporting me the whole time! I also remember all the basketball games should would come to, all the softball games she cheered for us and our team. During softball tournaments, she would wash our uniforms several times in a day (because they would really get pretty “ripe” after a full day and night of double-elimination play, in the elements). She was always there pulling for us and supporting us!
The other day I was at the grocery store, and honestly she hated going to. I picked up some green beans. When I started grabbing handfuls of beans, I remembered Mom would always say, I need to get a “mess” of beans. Other expressions I remember are “hell’s bells and little green peas”. I think she picked that up from my grandmother and Aunt Vic. One expression John remembers is a time when we asked her if she wanted to go to Hennen’s Restaurant. Hennen’s is a very nice, fine dining establishment and she really enjoyed the opportunity to go. She responded to John, (which makes me laugh), “of course I want to go. My mother didn’t raise any stupid children.” I can hear her saying that and it brings a big smile!
Mom loved spring and taking care of her garden. She babied her plants! Seeing them grow and flousih gave her great joy. I have to say that is what God wants. He wants to see us grow and flourish, it gives Him great joy! I just had to add that because it is a great parallel I think.
I could go on and on about memories and expressions, and I will post more soon. I would ask if you have some particular memories and expressions if you would post them here.
My former Girl Scout leader, Karen Wanamaker, reminded me to “keep the story going”. I would love to hear and have you share your stories and expresions too!
Thank you to you all for your love and for sharing! In closing, please remember the journey, the sacrifice and look to the day of victory!
Jennifer and John