Happy Mother’s Day
I would like to wish all the mothers an early, “Happy Mother’s Day!” President Abraham Lincoln once said, “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” There are probably many of you that could echo these same words, I know that expresses my feelings.
Through the years I’ve heard many people describe their Mother as a Proverbs 31 Lady. In this text it describes a woman who is passionate about being a wife and a mother. The text says her worth is far above Rubies. It speaks of how dedicated she is to the task before her.
Down through the years I have seen great examples of ladies like this, including the three great examples of this type that I have admired in my personal life for years.
One certainly is my dear mother. I grew up being a Mama’s boy because alcohol occupied much of my father’s time. I loved him but my Mama was most precious to me. I have two sisters, 10 and 12 years older than me. That’s right, I am the baby and the only boy. I must say that I was spoiled rotten.
I was born at Newton General hospital, June, 6, 1963. My life was comical and adventurous from the very beginning. In those days people shared hospital rooms with another patient.
After being born they gave me to the woman in the bed beside my mom. Mom tells how the lady was playing and loving on me, when suddenly the nurse rushed in and took me from her. She told the lady that she had been given the wrong baby boy. Now I don’t know this for a fact, but I’m pretty sure that lady probably cried after having to give back such a beautiful baby.
My Mother was a super woman! She worked in a factory for years and later moved into the office. She always kept a clean house and was part of my Dad’s business adventures. She became a Christian when I was 15 years old, and she became even a greater mother then than ever before. Today she is an old lady that still loves her baby boy. (I tell her she’s old so that she will try to prove me wrong, and keep living.)
The next Mother is my dear wife of 31 years. Deborah was 17 when we married and I was 20. Before she was 18 she was a wife and mother. We met and began our relationship at church.
She and I were committed to raising our children according to the direction of God’s word. She has been an excellent example of Motherhood to thousands of Ladies over the past 26 years as a Pastors wife. She has always made our home attractive to our kids friends and made it a welcoming place to them.
During the years she has welcomed house guests in for short and long-term stays. Often times I’ve invited strangers in, and she not know it until I showed up at the door with them. I can only remember one time when she was upset about it.
A old man’s car broke down and he came to our door in Monroe for help. I drove him to Athens and let him out at the front gate of UGA. I drove back home and had been there for only five minutes and the doorbell rang. To our surprise it was that old man. We still have not figured out how that happened unless he was an angel. Our two oldest kids were six and eight so I told them to share a room and we would give him the other.
As soon as we got into our room my wife began to scold me. “Are you crazy letting him stay in our house, and we know nothing about him?” I said, “He’s old Man, he can’t hurt us.” Her quick reply was, “he could have a gun or a knife, what are you thinking?” Well he didn’t shoot or cut us and he disappeared the next day.
My wife is not your typical Pastors wife in that she does not play the piano, nor does she sing, and she doesn’t do public speaking. She doesn’t need to be in the limelight. She’s a hard worker and she is constantly taking care of her husband, children and anyone else that needs her.
My third Mother that I admire so much is my daughter. She has followed right in her mother’s footsteps. She always said that she never wanted to be married to a pastor. Her husband is Rev. Ryan Wyatt who is a tremendously talented Children and Recreation Pastor at Shiloh Baptist Church. She is the mother of three precious children. Every day I see the results of the hard work and dedication that her mother had shining through in her. These ladies are all worth far more than any rubies to me.
I know that many who read this article fit in the same arena as three special ladies. May God bless you and may your husband and children rise up and call you blessed. Happy Mothers Day Again!