Though we realize that this by Erma Bombeck has been seen/read many times,
we felt that it was worth repeating in hopes that it might minister to someone.
'When God Created Mothers' (by Erma Bombeck)
When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of 'overtime'....
when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? "
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic....
Have 180 moveable parts . . . all replaceable.
Run on black coffee and leftovers....
Have a lap that disappears when she stands up....
A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair...
And 6 pairs of hands.
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "6 pairs of hands...
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord.
"It's the 3 pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded.
"One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks...
'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows.
Another pair in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't...
but what she HAS to know!
The pair of eyes in the front can look at a child when he goofs up and say....
'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "Come to bed. Tomorrow . . ."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to Myself.
Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...
can feed a family of 6 on one pound of hamburger....
and can get a 9 yr. old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough!" said The Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this Mother can do.....
nor what she can endure."
The angel asked, "Can it think?"
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said The Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
"There's a leak," she pronounced.
"I told You that we're trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride" the Lord replied.
"You are a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber.
"I didn't put it there," He said.
While looking back through my files on 'Mothers', I came across these thoughts I used during 55 years of pastoring:
"Why Mothers Cry"
"Why are you crying?" the little boy asked his Mom.
"Because I'm a Mother" she replied.
"I don't understand" he said
His Mom just hugged him and said, "You never will".
Later the little boy asked his Dad why Mothers seem to cry for no reason.
"All Mothers cry for no reason" was all his Dad could say.
The boy grew up and became a man, still wondering 'why' mothers cry.
He finally put in a call to God and when God got on the phone, the man said...
"God, why do Mothers cry so easily?"
God said, "You see my son, when I made Mothers, they had to be special.
I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world....
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth....
as well as rejection that many times may come from her own children.
I gave them a hardiness that:
allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up...
and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances...
even when their child has hurt them badly.
That same sensitivity helps them to make a child's 'boo-boo' feel better...
and helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears.
I gave them a tear to shed. It's their's exclusively.....to use whenever it's needed.
It's their only weakness....it's a tear for mankind".
In one of my sermons years ago, I said:
"The woman who creates and sustains a home (and whose children grow up to be strong/pure men and women) is a creator second only to God".
The sculptor spends hours shaping the features of the face:
the painter labors to give color to the hair.....or expression to the face.
Their work is to stand for ages to come.
But a Mother is shaping substances more imperishable than canvas or marble.
She is molding a life that has Eternal results....for good or for bad. So.....mold well~
I am grateful for the women in my life who have given me unconditional love.
My precious Mother, my Gr'mothers, my Mother-in-love, my Wife, our Daughters, our Daughters-in love, our Gr'daughter, Sisters-in-love, Aunts, Cousins and friends in the churches I've pastored.
The model for this paper is 'My Moyne'...my precious wife who is the greatest Mom and 'Tutu' (Hawaiian for Gr'mother) in the whole wide world.
BLESSED IS THE MOTHER:
Who puts a peaceful home above an immaculate house...
Who really believes that Prayer can change things.....
Who has a worn-out Bible....
Who keeps things going when a husband is not around....
Who may have to work two full-time jobs..one inside and one outside the home...
Who sees only the best in her children....
Who never stops telling her children how much she loves them....
Who has a sense of humor....
Who leads her children to Jesus and teaches them about Him....
Who sits through countless hours of soccer, baseball, basketball, band concerts, plays, piano recitals, Christmas programs and ballet performances....just so her children will know that she is 'there'....
Who can let go of her children without breaking the bond of love.
Little eyes are watching,
Mothers, watching what you do;
Doing what they see you doing,
Looking up to you.
Little ears are listening,
Mothers, hearing what you say;
Hiding there for years to follow,
Words that do not pass away.
Little feet are walking,
Mother, in your steps today;
And will continue walking,
When you go away.
Little hearts are open,
Mothers, open to the Lord;
Tell them of the Love of Jesus,
Teach them His Holy Word.
"Train up a child in the way he should go...
and when he is old, he will not depart from it". (Proverbs 22:6)
'MEMORIES OF MOTHER'
She carried me under her heart....
loved me before I was born....
took God's hand and walked through the 'Valley of Shadows' that I might live.
She bathed me when I was helpless....
clothed me when I was naked....
fed me when I was hungry....
rocked me to sleep when I was weary
and sang to me with the voice of an angel.
She held my hand when I learned to walk,
suffered with my sorrow....
laughed with my joy....
glowed with my triumph....
and while I knelt at her side, she taught my lips to pray.
She was a loyal friend when others failed.
Through all the days of my youth,
she gave me strength for my weakness,
courage for my despair
and hope for my hopeless heart.
She prayed for me whether the days were flooded with sunshine.....
or saddened by shadows.
I can never repay the debt I owe my Mother.
Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised".
Dear Brother Travis....As always, You have excelled yourself immensely!
Let me tell you, and God iS my witness: YOU HAVE LEFT NOTHING...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
UNSAID TO HONOR MOTHERS!
Praise the Lord for your honesty and truth! You are so right...Sister La Moyne is the best of the best. Trust me, my spirit says so from the Lord...
"Sister La Moyne, I can't wait to meet you in person...May the Savior bless you and brother Travis, forever, and ever..Amen
Do Have A Happy Mother's Day"