Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Step in the Write Direction--May 12, 2014--Mother's Day

A Step in the Write Direction

May 12, 2014

Update: Since today is Mother’s Day and this blog uses that theme, I’ll go ahead and send it out today instead of waiting until Monday. I’m sure this day has mixed emotions for you. You may still have your mom, but not the relationship you wish you had. Or your mom is gone and this day brings sadness. Instead of Writer’s Tips this week, I’m including a story about my mom who passed away in 1982 at the young age of 69. (If you’re a mom and haven’t had a physical checkup lately, get it! I’d still have my mom if she had gone to the doctor when she knew what it was.) Happy Mother’s Day to all of you out there, and prayers for those who never had the privilege of being a mother, but who reached out in love to other children who needed it!

Song for Today:
When I was but a little child, how well I recollect
How I would grieve my mother with my folly and neglect;
And now that she has gone to Heav’n I miss her tender care:
O Savior, tell my mother I’ll be there!
Tell Mother I’ll be there, in answer to her prayer;
This message, blessed Savior, to her bear!
Tell mother I’ll be there, Heav’n’s joys with her to share;
Yes, tell my darling mother I’ll be there.
                                    —Charles M. Fillmore, 1898

Laugh for Today: A mother mouse and a baby mouse are walking along when suddenly a cat attacks them. The mother mouse shouts “BARK!” and the cat runs away. “See?” the mother mouse says to her baby. “Now do you see why it’s important to learn a foreign language?”

Writer’s Tips:
My Heritage

One of my earliest recollections is of Mother getting my two brothers, my sister, and me—the youngest—ready for church every Sunday morning and walking over a mile to the country bus stop.

Sunday meant a day in town. After our morning church service, we would go to a small restaurant for "dinner," then upstairs over the restaurant to a mission for an afternoon meeting. Sunday night found us back in our own church for the evening service. Mother never subscribed to the theory that if children are made to go to church when they're young, they won't want to go when they're older.

When I was seven years old we moved into town. Ours was the "Kool-Aid" house on the block. All the neighbor children were welcome to join our family activities: singing around the piano, experimenting with an erector set, putting jigsaw puzzles together, and answering questions out of a quiz book. At the end of the evening, my mother always offered cocoa or popcorn.

I remember when Mother sold that house. From the proceeds, she bought my two brothers horns, and I received the accordion I had wanted for so long. Wanting her children to be musical, she took in ironings to pay my brothers' five-dollar band fee each semester.

My mother was a woman of prayer. One night our cupboards were empty and my mother did the only thing she knew to do—pray. Within an hour, a friend came by with some money she had owed my mother for babysitting from several years before. It had just "come to her mind" that evening. She was going to bring it by the next day, but something urged her, "No, take it tonight." She arrived before the grocery store closed.

Her prayers also extended to her children. She constantly warned me about dating someone outside our faith, and I remember coming home one night from a date and finding her asleep on her knees.

Mother was "Mom" to a lot of other children and teens who felt they could talk with her about their problems. When I was younger, I was jealous of sharing her attention, but as I grew older, I was proud of having a mother my friends liked.

It wasn't long before the family circle grew smaller. The three older children married, and I moved to another state where I met a seminary student and we became engaged.

On the day of my wedding, as Mother helped me button my long white gown, she expressed disappointment that she could not buy me an expensive gift. But I told her then, and many times afterward, she gave me the finest gift a daughter could ask for—the heritage of a Christian mother.

 Have a good week spreading the
gospel through the printed page.

Donna Clark Goodrich

 "A Step in the Write Direction--the Complete How-to Guide for Christian Writers"
"The Freedom of Letting Go"
"Motivational Moments--100-Plus Devotionals for Writers and Speakers" (bought up remaining inventory; half price)
"Healing in God's Time"
"Preparing Your Heart for Christmas"
"Ohio Cookbook"
"Michigan Cookbook"

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