When this photo was taken in June, 1979, I remember how I felt.  I was on top of the world because I had graduated high school (which was an answer to prayer – trust me).  I was working my first job on campus at WSU and had so many big dreams.  Now, looking back at this photo, I don’t feel the same way.  The things that seemed so very important to me in 1979 no longer mean much.

Today I’m thankful for these memories.  I’m so thankful to have this photo and that the Kansas wind wasn’t making a mess of my hair.  LOL!  How precious little things become when we can no longer make new memories.  This picture reminds me of where I came from and what really matters in life.  This was a Sunday mornin’ in June…  and where were we headin’???  Surprise surprise…  we were headin’ for church.

I was raised a hard-nosed Southern Baptist – if the church doors were unlocked, we were there.  We had Sunday School, Church, dinner on the grounds, choir practice and Training Union.  My mama was in WMU (Women’s Missionary Union) and my daddy did a lot of carpentry around the church.  One time he made a whole set of little people furniture for the Primary classroom.  He didn’t talk much, but actions speak louder than words.

What do mothers do for us?  Well, when we’re very small – they do everything for us.  I was thankful for a few things my mom taught me – there were many things, of course, but some just come to mind quicker than others.

I am ever so grateful to my mother for showing me which utensil to use at a formal dinner – and the whole napkin in the lap thing.  Why?  As it happens, I was invited to a very fancy formal dinner given by the President of WSU.  There were courses…  so many courses.  I felt as though we were being timed as we ate – because guess what?  If we were not quite finished…  our plates were taken from us!  The purpose of a dinner like that is not to eat but to socialize.

When we’re learning things from mom, it’s a natural reaction to roll eyes or wonder why we will ever need to know certain rules of society.  I’ll tell you a secret…  moms know why they are showing you this stuff.  I wish now I had not rolled my eyes so much or had teenage attitude with my mom.

My mother was a beacon – a light.  She gave me everything I needed to do what I had to do in life.  God of course guided her to teach me, and she was obedient and was the mom she needed to be.  I’m so thankful.

I want to share a Scripture with you that means so much to me.

Mothers are teachers and examples for their children.  This Scripture reminds us that we are all to be a light.  Whether we are parents or brothers or sisters – or just friends…  we have influence on others wherever we go.

Let God’s light shine through you today.  Happy Mother’s Day – to mothers everywhere.  🙂






There are times only when a mother’s love can understand our tears,

Can soothe our disappointments and calm all our fears.

There are times when only a mother’s love can share the joy we feel

When something we’ve dreamed about quite suddenly is real.

There are times when only a mother’s faith can help on life’s way,

And inspire in us the confidence we need from day to day.

For a mother’s heart and a mother’s faith and a mother’s steadfast love

Were fashioned by the angels and sent from God above.

I’m at the point in the grieving process where I look at this day as a day of tribute to my mom.  It’s taken a long time to get to this stage, but I’m finally figuring out that my life will go on – it will just be so very different without her in it.

Last year, Lucinda wrote a poem for a lady who lost her mother.  She asked me to make a design for it and said this lady referred to her mother as her diamond.  I wish I could say I had a lovely name for my mother, but I didn’t.  My mom was my best friend, my confidant, the one I trusted more than anyone – but no, I didn’t have a pet name for her.

My first thought was, HOW PERFECT IS THAT?  It says it all, doesn’t it?  Diamonds are the most precious gem (and happens to be my birth stone)  😉


If I could give you diamonds for each tear you cried for me;

If I could give you sapphires for each truth you’ve helped me see.

If I could give you rubies for the heartache that you’ve known,

If I could give you pearls for the wisdom that you’ve shown;

Then you’ll have a treasure, mother, that would mount up to the skies.

That would almost match the sparkles in your kind and loving eyes.

But I have no pearls, no diamonds as I’m sure you’re well aware;

So I’ll give you gifts more precious, my devotion, love and care.


                                         Mama said this is the night daddy proposed.  Awe…  what a precious photo for me to have!

I know that when she entered heaven, it became a brighter place.  God provides the only light that is needed in heaven, but I believe it gets brighter every time a saint goes inside – each saint sparkles like a diamond.  I believe that she was so happy to see my daddy again.  Based on information from the book “Heaven is for Real”, I also believe that they are both 20 something and feel fantastic!  I imagine they look so happy together like this photo.  I hold it close to my heart because it brings me comfort.

My mother no longer has arthritis and has been made whole – she doesn’t need her 2 total hip replacements and will never have to take any medicine.  Bliss for eternity… how can I mourn that?  I can’t.  If and when I cry these days, it’s for myself.  I still miss them. 




So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.  – Job 2:13

This day was created in 2010 and it now falls on the first Sunday of May.  The movement is meant to honor the memory of children called to heaven.  It’s also a support of sorts for grieving mothers.  It’s one thing to have tragedy strike and lose a child, but it’s another to feel alone in your grief.

Parental grief is intense, long-lasting, and complex. The grief and the healing process contain similar elements for all bereaved parents.  Finding others in similar situations will help you move forward, but don’t let anyone rush you through the healing process.

You’re not alone.  If you think you are, click on the You Tube video, the Carly Marie Project Heal website, the facebook event page or the blog on  I invite you to connect with any of these folks because the worst thing you can do is grieve alone.  Grieving with others online is really unique in that you can say as much as you want to – and back away and be alone when you need to be alone.  The support is there for you when you need it.

I believe there is a special place in God’s heart reserved for those who have dealt with the loss of a child, or childlessness for any reason.  If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard someone say that it’s not natural for a parent to outlive their child, well – let’s just say I’d be wealthy.

Although we know in our minds that Mother’s Day is the day to show honor and respect for our own mother, I know it’s still a very difficult time for the childless.  Some years I can’t go to church on Mother’s Day.  Those who love me understand.  Those who don’t – well, I guess they don’t understand.


Take a moment to say a prayer for the childless, particularly the ones who lost children in death and are left here to search for purpose and meaning in life.

May God Himself bless you with comfort for your soul as only He can. 






You know, sometimes funny things happen in church – that’s just the way it is. It usually happens at a solemn moment when you’re supposed to be focused and serious – that’s when somebody says or does something that makes you want to bust out laughing – but you can’t!

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.  – Honore’ de Balzac

In April of 1976 I turned 15 years old. Mom and I had been at odds for a few years and I went through teenage rebellion big time. Nothing she did was right and I struggled to be an independent and unique individual. But that all changed when I turned 15. Suddenly mom and I became best friends again. I finally saw my mom as more than my mom. I saw her as another woman. She had feelings and I realized I was hurting her feelings. I decided it had to stop.

The sweetest sounds to mortals given are heard in mother, home and heaven.  – William Goldsmith Brown

By Mother’s Day, our new-found friendship blossomed and I laughed with mom more than ever! We spent less time arguing and more time in conversation. We were more open to hear each other than ever before. Those were the sweetest years with her because we got along so well.

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.  – Marion C. Garretty

It’s sort of funny because when I was little and talked in church I got taken out (and not too gently) by my dad and spanked. But I was more mature and fairly well-behaved in church services at the age of 15. I began playing the piano in my home church at the age of 12, so I was on the platform for most of the service.

Mirror mirror on the wall, I’ve become my mother after all.  – Unknown

On Mother’s Day, I looked out over the congregation and saw my parents seated on the second row, piano side! Something got mom tickled and I looked at her and got tickled too. I didn’t even know what she was laughing about (or trying not to laugh at) but I knew I was in big trouble! Nobody could see her trying not to laugh, but since I was seated at the piano, I was busted if I started laughing! Why is it that we get tickled in church at those moments when it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop – like just before prayer time or during some other quiet time?

It was those times that helped us grow closer together not only as mother and daughter, but as best friends. I haven’t talked with my mom for almost ten years. I miss her like crazy! At least I stopped thinking, “Oh, I need to call mom and tell her about this!” For the longest time I did that and I was afraid it meant that I was losing my mind or something. Turns out a lot of daughters go through that stage when they lose a mom they were used to talking with on the phone every day.

A mother is one who understands the things you say and do.  Who always overlooks your faults and sees the best in you.  A mother is one whose special love inspires you day by day.  Who fills your heart gladness in her warm and thoughtful way – a mother is all these things and more – the greatest treasure known.  And the dearest mother in all of the world is the one I call my own.  – Unknown

She can’t come back to visit me, but one day I will see her again in heaven. There will be no more goodbyes there – no more parting. We can have all the tickle starters we want then! I look forward to it. Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, mom! I love you more. Yeah, I got the last word – so there!

Dear Lord, please somehow let mama know I’m thinking of the fun times we shared in church today.  I want her to know that I don’t cry all the time.  Thank You.  In Jesus’ Name, Amen. 



My mom has been in heaven for almost 9 years and I miss her so very much.  She was more than just my mom – she was my best friend.

The other day I was looking around at the little things of hers that I treasure. In the corner of my basement is grandpa Frank’s rocking chair and mama’s sweater hanging on it. That sweater brings back so many memories. Mom wore it when she felt cold, so it went everywhere with her. It was the sweater she depended on and wore with everything.


It had a strong scent of sweet pea when I first got it, but through the years it has faded. I keep most of my mom’s things in that corner. Her rocking chair, sweater, quilt and candy dish make a lovely display and they make me smile.

Nothing will ever take the place of having my mother’s arms around me, but when I put her sweater on and sit in the rocking chair, it’s the next best thing. I gave her hugs while she wore that sweater many times, so feeling that sweater against my skin feels almost like getting a hug from my mom.

Our senses are amazing and trigger all sorts of emotions. I know mama’s busy doing important things in heaven, but that’s okay because I know she is happy there. She’s getting hugs from Jesus and that’s awesome! Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, mom!

Give daddy and the kiddos big hugs for me.  Tell them I love ’em.

Another Mother’s Day is here, bringing joy and pleasures new.

On this special day, Mother dear, I want to remember you.

I cannot give you costly gifts, and I’ve told you this before,

No matter what I give to you, You give back much, much more.

I’m giving you a pure, sweet rose, gathered in the early morn;

This rose you planted in my heart, the day that I was born.

In kindly, loving thoughts of you, and with the faith you still impart,

The rose I give to you today, is the love that’s in my heart.

I love you, mama! I miss you every day in a gazillion different ways. Muah!!!