What does the word ANARCHIST mean? According to the dictionary, it is “One who uses violent means to overthrow the established order.” (Merriam Webster)
No one I know wants to see the “established order” overthrown. It is horrifying to see businesses burned to the ground when we can only imagine how hard the people worked to finally hang a sign “OPEN” on their doors!
To even consider that people can run loose in our American neighborhoods shooting at little children, as happens in Chicago and some other places, is beyond what the average person can hardly believe is happening. Yet, over 100 people were killed in that city over one night. Call it gang violence or anything else…it is a form of “anarchy” when law and order is allowed by those in charge to disappear and call it a “new normal.” That indicates that we “just have to put up with it.”
Police are now being told by some local governments to “stay out of it.” Some places have designated zones where the police are off bounds. When a man was shot and another was critical, the police tried to go to their aid, but was attacked by the mob and they never reached the victims. In these cases, there is no control at all. No peace-loving person is safe…nor is any child.
Even if there are people who believe that protesting is their right, which it is as long as it is peaceful, those anarchists who use that protest to strike at the very heart of our country should be called out for what they really are.
200 year old, historic, St. John’s Church, known as the “Church of the Presidents,” was damaged as D.C. Firefighters found a fire in the basement of the church. A large fire also burned outside the church. Unfortunately, the people who set these fires call themselves “Protesters,” but in truth once they become violent to property or persons, they have become anarchists. Every president since James Madison has attended a service at St. John’s. It is a historic site to be protected as is any other American piece of history.
Because Boyer Writes is a Christian blog, I most often would not post a video that some would feel is centered on a political position. However, regardless of who my readers think should be the next President of the United States, I believe it is time to speak out about whoever is elected to the highest office in our land, MUST restore law and order. We cannot have domestic terrorism in America any more than we can have the terrorists from other countries.
I think that every American has the privilege to vote for the person whom they believe to be best qualified to not tolerate the anarchists who would destroy our country. Will that person be perfect in all decisions? Of course not.
However, it will be his or her job, Democrat or Republican, to see that our country is safe from this kind of violence. Voting our beliefs is still one of our greatest freedoms. Let’s pray that it will be the right choice in November. Our future lives depend on it!
So why speak out about anarchists through this blog?
I could not sit with hands folded when I saw the anarchists had spray painted on the beautiful Christian cathedral in Washington, D.C. or were tearing down Christian statues.
In San Francisco, at the Golden Gate Park, the statue of the Christian missionary, St. Junipero Serra was torn down. During the 1800’s there were instances of mistreatment of Native Americans, which gave the anarchists their reasoning for tearing down the statue. We should be learning from the history that we abhor, not destroying it.
Archbishop Gomez of LA had this statement about the priest:
“He preached God’s compassion, fought for the dignity of women and the rights of America’s native peoples, and he was probably the first person in the Americas to make a moral case against capital punishment.”
At the risk of being accused of something I don’t intend, I believe it is my duty to share with you, the reader, one of the most precise, well-thought through videos on this subject. As I write or as you watch your TV to the unfolding of events, the anarchists are planning their next move.
You may not agree to all that is said in this video and that is your privilege and mine. Thank God for free speech in America…while we still have it.
VIDEO: Turn up your sound and click this link: (please note, if you are not commercial free …give it a minute to move passed the commercials..as it will soon load.)
Children the world over are God’s beautiful creation. They are meant to be loved, encouraged, taught and become the wonderful adults we hope them to be. They will be our next teachers, ministers and priests, doctors and nurses, leaders, mechanics, scientists, great artists and inventors. They will be what their God-given talents can make them…..IF….they are taught, loved and shown the way by the examples of adults. What we instill in them will bring us joy, laughter and peace… or the very opposite.
WHAT A CHALLENGE FOR US! We are the adults. They are the followers. I remember a young man in a 5th grade class I was teaching, who mostly wanted to draw. He had a talent that I pray he is using today. At least that was what I encouraged his mother to do for him…“Find him the best art teachers you can find. Let him do what he loves most and bring him along a path of art adventure in his life. What other children will do, he may have no interest in doing. Let him be who he is. Let him use the talent God has given him.”
For your pleasure, I want to introduce to you a young child, approximately 9 years old, from Russia. His name is Elisey Mysin. In 2019, he mesmerized the audience in the city of Naberezhyny Chelny when he performed Mozart’s Concerto No 3 in D. Major.
Thank God for children…the talented and the less talented…they are all His gift to us!
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Everywhere we look, there is difficulty in the world. People hardly agree on anything. If we say what we truly think about someone or any particular subject, we are in jeopardy of being called some name we know we are not.
Many people I know have decided to stop watching the news or talk shows. One person told me, “I just listen to music or read a book instead.” If they feel that way for themselves, they certainly feel that their children don’t need a daily dose of what our world is becoming. How can one explain to a child why people are fist fighting at Disney…or why people are rioting in the streets around the world?
Where is love in all this? Maybe one person that so many generations grew up with had the answer to a truly difficult world. His name is Mr. Rogers.
He was a Christian and a Presbyterian minister who knew God’s love was the way and the only way to reach beyond prejudice, politics or wars among ourselves.
He certainly understood Jesus’ parable of the Good Samaritan. It was his way in trying to help children understand that we need to be kind to one another no matter whether we like a person or don’t like their actions. Kindness was at the top of all his program messages. The only way to get that back in our world is to find it within our own hearts and to teach it to our children by our examples.
Mr. Rogers wrote all his songs. One of his special songs that he sang was It’s You I Like. The words were special because he thought they were important for a child to understand about his or herself.
Written by Fred Rogers | © 1971, Fred M. Rogers
It’s you I like,
It’s not the things you wear,
It’s not the way you do your hair
But it’s you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys
They’re just beside you.
But it’s you I like
Every part of you.
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you’ll remember
Even when you’re feeling blue
That it’s you I like,
It’s you yourself
It’s you I like.
A movie has been made where Tom Hanks plays the part of Mr. Rogers. It will be a re-introduction to children and the world to a man and his message. Mr. Rogers probably never gave too much thought that his words could last long after his life. What a sermon to the world!
Whether you agree with everything said in this video below or not, it is definitely worth a watch. Enjoy….especially the children. They are beautiful in every way….and the future of our world.
Christmas is a time of celebration and belief…belief in the true Christmas when the Savior of the World was born…belief in the joys that surround Christmas. Many of these joys come in different forms. It may be the decorating of the Christmas tree with all the old ornaments that have been carefully put away for another year. It could be baking of a special pie or the wrapping of a present for a special person. The choirs that sing our once a year music and the garlands and wreaths that are hung… bring a light and hope to our lives and in our churches. Some of those lights are bathed in sunlight and swaying moss from the trees, as here in my home state of Florida or in the beautiful snow-covered churches further up north.
Some say that Christmas is for children. We know it is a special time for them, but the true meaning of Christmas is for everyone.
“For to us a child is born, to us a Son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6
To have the faith of a child…to be able to hear the ringing inside a small bell when grown-ups have ceased to hear it because of disbelief…is the theme of one of the most loved and cherished of Christmas films, The Polar Express. available online
Recently, my husband and I sat down and watched the entire film. It had been many years since we had seen it, but the “magic” was still there. Tom Hanks plays various parts with different voices, which is analyzed in the video below to the meaning behind the characters presented in this great film.
At this special season, Boyer Writes would suggest that you gather your children or grandchildren around to enjoy the full-length film. You are never too old to bring the joy of belief into your life. In today’s world, we all need to seek to believe in the sacred meaning of Christmas and also in the joys and magic of Merry Christmas that we may have left behind in our childhood!
Recently I read an article written by a man who calls for people to “Quit Church”. The title is stirring and probably got a number of people to read his book with that same title. His whole point was to either give it your all…or not at all! Leave and Get out…now!
I’m sure he believes that this will stir people to support fully all that Christ would have them be and the end results would be that they would be totally committed and there would be no deficit in the church budget and the air conditioning will keep running during the hot summer months and their neighbors will be won to Christ…but he may have convinced the marginal believers to do as he said…QUIT!
If his advice is taken by those with a weakness of faith, eventually churches may look like the one shown here.
We must not forget that only a few church members from all types of churches and denominations, grand or small country gatherings, are often the ones who reach out to the homeless, addicts, victims of disasters and many other needs around the world. When the government or Red Cross is slow at trying to handle the matter, they step in. A hand-full of Christians run many of our hospitals and great universities were started by a few Christians who wanted a better life for everyone. None of them quit even though at times they may have felt that their faith to accomplish was weak and wanted to give up.
There will always be those who warm the pews and others who get fully involved. These people will be at every meeting, on as many committees as possible and are always available. Others will run the other way from such activities for whatever reason. Do we want them to leave forever? How will they replace God in their lives? The emptiness deeply felt and the void will surely be replaced with something else.
God does His work in the heart and the church is sometimes the only safe place that a person may have during times of trial or personal torment. Sometimes it is the stranger who is not a church member that walks into a church and sits on the pew all alone…seeking something…anything to help him or her find a way. They often don’t know that Christ’s Holy Spirit is there waiting in the quiet.
A handful of Christians may have reached deep into their pockets to keep that door open…just for this person sitting alone. It is what they have done as unto the Lord. Not everyone will do this, however, and the church leaders expect this even if they wish that it were different.
When the Church was first founded by the Apostles they had to give it all that they had…and most died a martyr’s death because of it. There is not a pastor alive who would not like to see his church pews filled to overflowing and not have to worry about church politics or any other matter. If only preaching the gospel could bring all people to give their full efforts, it would be grand. Unfortunately, a pastor or priest does not often see the fruits of their labor. Years later, someone may have remembered what they heard or felt in the church service even though their life was less than totally committed at the time.
Sometimes people will say “I’m not getting involved because I have been there and done that in my younger years.” They may have not been told that being a prayer warrior is also being involved. Not everyone can manage to be out-front all the time.
Yet, the minister continues to work with what he or she has and with those who decide to crawl out of bed on Sunday morning and make their way to a pew and to the altar for Holy Communion. Maybe that person never heard a word he said in the sermon, but he finds solace in the grace of the wine and bread, God reaches out to the heart whether the church is full or not.
It is entirely possible that God doesn’t care about church membership or even the church buildings in which we worship. These have been handed down by people who built them to honor God and to not forsake the assembling together as Christians, which we are admonished to do in the Holy Scriptures.
As a church body, we have what we have…those human beings who may be strong or weak. If the church closes because of lack of involvement or funds to operate, then it will close. Others will open even if they are fellowships within homes where they were started by the first Christians. Quitting is still not an option.
Perhaps Chris Sonksen of California who advocates quitting if you can’t step up to the plate, can think about some of these points. He says his organization gives “personal coaching to more than 200 churches and impacts thousands of leaders” with his book Quit Church ( if you can’t give it all). Has he lost sight of the fact that God can reach down and touch a life that is less committed? We would emphasize again, that it may be the open church door that still stands open where one can sit quietly and find relief from a noisy, violent, and often unfriendly world. The Christian church founders, through their courage, brought Christian faith to the world. They never quit when their faith wavered, but encouraged the believers to be “strong in the faith” through every problem.
I remember hearing a minister years ago standing before his congregation and telling them, “I have nothing to say to you today because I am in a desert place.” He then served Holy Communion and I have never forgotten his honesty. Should he have resigned (or quit) his call to ministry at that point? Of course not. He needed the prayers of the people for the rough time he was going through. No, quitting is not an option. How many times must it be said? We pick ourselves up through God’s grace and continue on. He will show the way.
Let’s talk about children. Your child or grandchildren may be the next “apostle” to the world. Removing them from church worship is also not an option because you don’t think you can give your all. Are we going to teach them to QUIT in other areas of their life…if they are somewhat reluctant to give it their all? Are you going to show them by your example that religious faith is not important because your faith is weak? Should we instead teach them that not everyone has the same spiritual foundation or strengths and there is hope for everyone. The theory of “All in or All out” is actually not realistic. We hardly do anything to that extent in life. Nothing is all black or white.
For many people, they baptized their children when they were only an infant. Did that promise you made at that time to raise them in spiritual grace mean only if you yourself were in perfect harmony with God? I doubt it. You have an obligation and vow that was taken for that little one.
I share with you now some special young people who have a message. They are imagining what it will be like when they finally see God face to face. We all will, you know. They also have dreams of the future. Encourage them to love God…even more than you think you do. Help them to take up the banner of faith…even when we may be lacking. These children, like those in our churches, are the future. Don’t quit on them.
They asked Jesus, “Do you hear what these children are saying?” “Yes,” Jesus replied. “Haven’t you ever read the Scriptures? For they say, ‘You have taught children and infants to give you praise.'” New Living Translation
Video by a very young Claire Ryann (about 3 years old) This child cannot read words on a script card. Her memory and clarity is more than amazing. Out of the mouth of babes not only comes the story of the Gospel of Christ, but shows the abilities God gives a little child. Perhaps this is why we are to become as “little children” if we are to enter the kingdom of heaven.
Once there was a little boy who lived in a far away place with many Golden Retriever dogs. They were his best friends besides his mother, father, and little sister. One day he saw that his big mama dog had nine little pups. They were all squirming together in a blue box. This little boy’s mother took very good care of them. They were so furry, warm and little. He loved holding them and watching them being fed by their own mother. Out of all the puppies, the little boy had a favorite. The name that the family gave her was “Blossom”. She was the lightest color of all the pups and they put a little pink collar around her neck to identify her from all the other pups.
The puppies grew and grew. The little boy played with all of them, but Blossom kept coming to him and laying around the family’s feet. She definitely was his favorite. Sometimes she would get really sleepy or she did the puppy thing and wet her bed or did other unmentionables, but he still loved her. Blossom would lick his fingers and sometimes his nose. Her little nails were razor sharp. She would jump and play, making him laugh. She would try to climb up on him, making him her best friend also. Then she would lay her head on him and settle down… nice and calm like. He would rub her belly that was warmer and smoother than anything he had ever felt. However, the calmness did not last long for Blossom wiggled to get free. She had to explore the world and tussle with the other eight puppies in her litter.
One day some people came to see the puppies. They told the boy’s mother that they wanted a sweet dog for their very own because their Golden Retriever named Gracie, who was fourteen years old, had gotten sick and gone to be with God. The lady said they would never forget their Gracie girl, but hoped they could find another special girl puppy to take home with them out of the nine pups at his house. He thought that they could find a girl because there were four of them and five boy dogs…but he hoped it would not be his Blossom. The man picked up Blossom very carefully and then he handed Blossom to his wife, who let Blossom sleep on her shoulder.
It made the little boy sad to know that maybe they would pick his favorite dog. If his Blossom had to go away, he wanted her to have the very best family in the world. The way the man and lady handled her made him think that they would love her….maybe as much as he did. They would not get her that day because she was too young and had to stay with her mother for some more weeks. She also had to get shots from the doctor who was called a Veterinarian. When the boy’s mother put all nine puppies in her car to see the doctor, it was a fun time at his office because everyone wanted to see the adorable, new pups.
Finally the day came when the man and woman came back to the boy’s house. They lived a long way and had to drive many miles to get their new pup. His Mother had told him that Blossom seemed to be the right one for them and would go to a far away place and live with them. She told him that she was certain that Blossom would be taken care of and loved in her new home just like they had loved their other dog, Gracie, for so many years. That made him feel a little bit better. He learned that Blossom would not have her name they had given her, but would be called Fancy. She would now be their Fancy girl. Her real, long name would be Fancy Continental Girl because her new family lived near Fancy Gap, Virginia and their house was on the Continental Divide. He was not certain what all that meant, but probably would learn someday.
He heard the car coming and the man and woman walked in the door. They had a big bag in their hand. The lady said it was a surprise for the family and needed his help in handing out some nice things for everyone. She let him give out the surprises to his father, who got a big jar of home-made pickles from Peggy down at the Mayberry Country Store. His sister got a very little dog that looked something like his Blossom. His mother had a package of little blankets for the new baby expected at their home. In fact, the new baby was going to come live with them on August 27 which was also the lady’s birthday. She thought that was really great! He wondered if there was anything for him. She handed him the bag and he opened it to find a big stuffed dog that looked a lot like his nine dogs. Hugging it close to himself, he gave the lady a big smile. He knew it would not chew on his fingers with the little, sharp teeth like Blossom did and maybe he would sleep with it that night to make him feel a little better.
The lady and man put his Blossom in the car and everyone waved “Goodbye”. That night the little boy did go to bed with his furry dog that looked so much like his favorite dog, Blossom. Just like the couple that came to his house, Jackson knew he would never forget his special dog, Blossom, who was now called Fancy. Maybe he would find another favorite dog someday that would stay with him forever. If so, he would probably call her Blossom.
The story above is true and we at Boyer Writes are glad to share that Blossom (now Fancy) is in her new happy home….that is when everyone gets enough sleep after the 2 am whimper says, “Don’t forget I’m just a pup who needs to hit the grass outside. If you don’t listen, I will hit the blanket in my bed.”
We definitely listen to her and hope the day will come when we all get enough sleep, especially my husband who always takes her out at night. He’s not afraid of the bears or other animals, like skunks, around our mountain house. Needless to say, they sack out together a good deal of the time.
As I am writing this at my computer, Fancy is sleeping again, curled up at my feet, just as she did at the little boy’s house.
When not sleeping, Fancy is eager to play with the ball, chew on her bone and ride in the truck. We went to see our dearest uncle John, who is 93 and still plays golf. Fancy took to him right away but decided not to go in the house with my cousin’s two big cats.
We hope you have enjoyed our journey to find our new puppy and the adorable little boy and his family that we will never forget. Here are a few pictures of life with Fancy Girl:
We often hear about this group or that group that “matters”. Have we forgotten the people that should matter the most to us?….the Family. Yes, we encourage our children grow up and go out into the world, to find their way, and become good citizens. That is all well and good, but we should also be telling them, by our actions, that they are never forgotten and that Family Matters. If they want to “forget” us, then that is another story and there is not much one can do about those decisions that harm and hurt the family we care about. What we say in front of our children gives them knowledge of what values should be. Often, but not always, they follow those examples in their adult life.
It is heart breaking to see a family with young children come into a restaurant and most of them, including the adults, pull out a phone to either text someone, read messages or play a game. One has to ask, is this what we are teaching our children about family time?
What about Grandparents? Does divorce or growing older keep children away from the grandparents who are related to them? We, as parents, make these decisions also. Remember that children cannot help where there are problems between adults. They can learn a great deal from getting to see their Grandparents. How about telling our children to make a phone call or write a thank you note to let them know that they too, as Grandparents, are not forgotten and are an important part of the family.
Take a look at this video that our son sent us from Australia. It speaks volumes.
The postman comes as he says “in rain, snow, sleet, …and of course when the sun shines”. In some places he also braves the family dog protecting the property.
No one gives a thought that the one placing letters in those little boxes may also be a great person who really cares. People like to complain when he/she is late with the mail. They like to peak around the corner to see if he has come…and there is a sense of excitement. Just maybe there is a letter from someone special waiting at my door or in that little box. One girl found such a letter because she wrote one. When she grows up, she will know that God was not silent. He just used the heart that cared and had a piece of paper and a pen on which to write.
TWO SPECIAL LETTERS: (Author unknown)
crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to
heaven, God would recognize her.I told her that I thought that we could, so she dictated these words:Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog?
Abbey died yesterday and is with you in heaven.
I miss her very much.I ‘m happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
She likes to swim and play with balls.I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.I really miss her.
Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith,
addressed it to God/Heaven.We put our return address on it.Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she
said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven.
That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch
addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand.
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God
in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I
recognized her right away.
Abbey isn’t sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.Abbey loved being your dog.
Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to
keep your picture in so I’m sending it back to you in this little book for
you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you
write it and sending it to me.
What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I’m easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.Love,
Love an adventure? It has been our privilege to visit England,”the land of C.S. Lewis”, who was not only a great Christian scholar and author…but a man with enormous imagination.
Many people find the adventures of the Narnia Tales an escape from the world of political squabbling and the horrors in the world.
Nothing is truly new in history…whether real or imaginary. Lewis knew that the battle between good and evil continues! We have been forced to endure the same battle when it comes to allowing WWII veterans to see their memorial or giving some continued help to the families of fallen heroes…a number who are arriving home to their final resting place today. Maybe an adventure can help those who are “madder than hell” about the recent events and totally sick of it all.
Previous blogs, we wrote about “The Children on the Train” about children sent from Germany, Austria, and other parts of Europe to Great Britain to get away from the Nazi invasions in World War II. The second blog was on C.S.Lewis, Christian professor at Oxford and his writings on faith and his mystical writings of the Chronicles of Narnia. Now, we want to encourage you to read the Chronicles of Narnia or view the videos with the children in your life…or even the adults. It may help clear your mind…for adventure can do that.
One of best-loved of these chronicles is“The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”. A brief summary for those who may not be familiar : Four children are sent from their London home to the country estate of an eccentric professor to make sure of their safety during World War II. The house is very dull, except for a large, ornate wardrobe discovered by young Lucy during a game of hide-and-seek. Venturing inside of it in the hopes of finding a hiding place, Lucy is transported to a snowy alternate universe: a magical world called Narnia. Here the adventure begins!
Mother’s Day will be here May 12th.
Mothers all over the U.S. will look at that day in different ways. There are so many memories in just the word “MOTHER”….like giving birth…(oh, that was fun!) and taking on a new role in life. There were the adjustments to constant care of this little one. Some face this with better grace than others, but somehow it happens.
We begin to see this little crying, burping person become a personality all his/her own. It has always amazed me how children who had the same parents, fed the same food, given the same of most everything…can be so different. Another thing that amazes me now is when I see a Mother who has a 14 month old toddler and a new-born…juggling both…and yet, that is exactly what I did when I had my two oldest sons. (Talk about “super human”!)
After bringing three children into the world, I remember my neighbor telling me that one of my sons was “up a tree….in the very top! “ He would also be the one who would fly jets after he grew up. He would also be the one to break my heart…but that is another story. Mothers who think they are doing all the right things…or mostly…and find that there are some parts of life that crying is the only way to mend the heart….so that they can once again laugh. I have come to believe that it is a decision we make because life does move on. Who wants to cry all their lives? Even medicine tells us that “laughter” is a cure. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean that hearts don’t ache now and then. Control of a situation is one thing that is not built into being a mother’s life. It may be something we want, but we find that “Letting go” is much harder.
My other son ,who was not in the tree with his brother, was sitting quietly in a corner reading a stack of library books we went to get each week. He still reads or listens to books as he travels around the world in his job. I’m proud of the man he has grown to be with patience that astonishes me at times. He has never seen a stranger with friends around the world. My step-son, another fine man, has given us two beautiful twin girls and we have joy in seeing them grow and thrive.
We often hear that Fathers and Sons bond over common interests. I think that is true, if there is a father in the home. If not, they often find a father-figure that they can emulate. Being a mother to a daughter can have the same bonding effect. Learning how to be a female is complicated at best.
We, Mothers, may worry more about our daughters. Why? Because with boys, we feel that they can take care of most things that hit them in the world….like the day the bully on the school bus kept hitting my oldest son on the head. He finally just turned around and gave him a punch. Needless to say, when my school was called (as I was a teacher), I knew that he was suspended off the bus…but the bully would not bother him again.
With a girl, we worry that someone will take advantage of her. She might need more protection but with the right amount of freedom. She will grow up and have her own hard knocks and sorrows in life that we could not protect her from. In most cases, she will learn how to “stand up” for herself!
My daughter is my creative one looking for new ideas to make things better. She will always make her own decisions, whatever they may be, because just as I did not like my mother telling me what to do…neither does she. I think we call that “the chip off the old block”. Yet, I find myself still watching the ceiling some nights …and praying…and trying really hard to give all things to God. That is how we mothers do for all our children. We cry…but as I said it is best when we decide to laugh. Somehow, I think God would have it that way.
One must not forget the Grandmothers, who so often today raise the children they did not bring into the world. They give the love that a child may be without unless the Grandmother cared.
My mother, who died at 93, was one of those Grandmothers who gave generously to her grandchildren and I will always thank her for that. I hope for all the tears she may have cried that she is in heaven laughing …for she deserves it.
The big, beautiful sunflower at the top of the page is for all Mothers…. new mothers; mothers with teens; empty-nest mothers and grand-mothers. They will need you and they will cling to you….until they don’t. Rejoice in what you were and may their world be a better place because you were their MOTHER.
Written in the 1800’s, this music of Christmas is one of the most beloved. The words were written by Cecil Alexander for a children’s book.
The first few verses not only speak of the first coming of Christ, the Messiah, but of the second coming of which we await.
“Once in royal David’s city
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
He came down to earth from Heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Savior holy…
Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him; but in Heaven,
Set at God’s right hand on high;
Where like stars His children crowned
All in white shall wait around.”
Enjoy King’s College in Cambridge, England