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Prayers
and Thoughts for Reflection
There
are hands that help and comfort,
Most
of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes,
by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows,
brothers and sisters, aunts and cousins, comrades and friends - but
only one mother in the whole world. Hundreds
of dewdrops to greet the dawn, God
could not be everywhere, so he created mothers. Mother
is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. Because
I feel that in the heavens above Mother
- that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.
Be
completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another
in love. There
never was a heart truly great and generous that was not also tender
and compassionate. Of
all the earthly music, that which reaches farthest into heaven is
the beating of a truly loving heart. Mother's
love grows by giving. A
mother’s gift is always the best because it’s wrapped
in love and tied up with heartstrings. A
mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in
them. A
mother’s love is a very special treasure. It’s caring
and devotion that last a lifetime. It’s a spirit of giving that
values family happiness more than anything. It’s a sympathetic
ear, a helping hand, and a gentle heart. A mother’s love is
one of life’s most cherished gifts. When
you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother
always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
Lord,
I need your help today. Every
mother is like Moses. She does not enter the promised land. She prepares
a world she will not see.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the
long way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes and the way
is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the
end will be better than the beginning." But the young mother
was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better
than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and
bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike
and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush
their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried, "Nothing
will ever be lovelier than this." You
give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you
give of yourself that you truly give. The
heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will
always find forgiveness. [A]
mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled. No
one in the world can take the place of your mother. Right or wrong,
from her viewpoint you are always right. She may scold you for little
things, but never for the big ones. Mother's
love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved. A
mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden,
fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends
who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens
around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts
and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace
to return to our hearts. What
is home? “A roof to keep out the rain? Four walls to keep out
the wind? Floors to keep out the cold? Yes, but home is more than
that. It is the laugh of a baby, the song of a mother, the strength
of a father, warmth of loving hearts, lights from happy eyes, kindness,
loyalty, comradeship. Home is first school and first church for young
ones, where they learn what is right, what is good, and what is kind,
where they go for comfort when they are hurt or sick; where joy is
shared and sorrow eased; where fathers and mothers are respected and
loved, where children are wanted; where the simplest food is good
enough for kings because it is earned; where money is not as important
as loving-kindness; where even the tea kettle sings from happiness.
That is home. God bless it!” Whatever
you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord. If
I can do some good today, When
you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on
the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. Lord, make me your own this day. Strengthen my faith so that others will see you in me. Help me to reach as far as I can toward you and in showing others how to find you. Grant that I may have the love of you in me and live it in all my actions. Amen. A
woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. The
only gift is a portion of thyself. Mother
love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
Women have strengths that amaze men. They carry children, they carry hardships, they carry burdens...but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous... women wait by the phone for a "safe at home call" from a friend or child after a snowy drive home. Woman friends keep secrets you told them years ago and never bring it up again... Women have special qualities about them. They volunteer for good causes. They are pink ladies in hospitals; they bring food to shut ins. They are childcare workers, executives, attorneys, stay at home moms, biker babes and your neighbors. They wear suits, they wear jeans, and they wear uniforms. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice. They are in the front row at PTA meetings. They vote for the person that will do the best job for family issues. They walk and talk the extra mile to get their children in the right schools and for getting their family the right health care. They write to the editor, their congressmen and to "the powers that be" for things that make for a better life. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution... They can wipe a tear, cover a cut and pat you on the back at the same time. They eat a little so their family can have more. They rush to school to pick up a sick child. They stick a love note in their husband's lunch box. They do without new shoes so that their children can have them. They go to meetings and are chaperones on class trips. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They don't make excuses for defending their family or friends. They give a friend some money in times of trouble. They love unconditionally...They are loyal, honest, and forgiving. They are smart; knowing that knowledge IS power. But they still know how to use their softer side to make a point... Their world consists of goodness, love and caring. Women want to be the best for their family, their friends and themselves. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They get teary eyed when others do great things. They save their anger for the unjust and the insincere. They tell people that need to be told to straighten up their act. They lend a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen and a voice to make suggestions... They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have so much sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think that there is not any strength left. They can control situations that seem uncontrollable. They can round up energy when they are tired. They can stay up a little longer to talk to someone that needs a friend. They will rush to be by your side when they are lonely. They will give up their favorite TV show to help with homework or read a bedtime story... A woman's touch can cure any ailment. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. She can make a romantic evening unforgettable. She can bring out the best in her husband, children and friends. They don't mind standing in the shadows. They are not there to push, but to Gently encourage. They are cheerleaders, teachers, loves and important in many peoples daily lives. They can whisper a kind word, scream a loud cheer and laugh away a fear. They can mend your broken spirit and give you back your self-esteem. They can knit a family back together after a break or a loss... Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They live in homes, apartments, cabins and trailers. They drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. They have hearts that forgive and forget an injustice. They have hearts that remember a kindness. They have hearts that beat with loyalty and love. The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin. They can cry and laugh at the same time. They can be sad and hopeful at the same time... Women
do more than just give birth. They bring joy and hope. They teach
us to dream and make goals. They give compassion and ideals. They
climb into a person’s life and make everything better again.
They give moral support to their family and friends. And all they
want back is a hug, a smile and for you to do the same to people you
come in contact with. Women are leaders, but don't want followers.
They want people to grow into the best person they can be. They want
to touch you in a way that will make you share your goodness with
others. One touch can turn a bad day into a better one. One extra
minute of her time will make a child feel special. One more kiss or
hug will make her husband feel loved. Women have a lot to say and
a lot to give... Biology
is the least of what makes someone a mother. Once
there were two women who never knew each other. Sweater,
n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly. We
make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come." And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "a little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all ...... unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you." The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children." And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence." Your
Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on
your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air
on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you
to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your
Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every
tear drop. A mother shows every emotion.......... happiness, sadness,
fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy,
sorrow..... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know
the good feelings in life. She's the place you came from, your first
home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's
your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing
on earth can separate you. Not time, not space...............not even
death! I
made her....she is different. she's unique. With love I formed her
in her mother's womb. I fashioned her with great joy. I remember,
with great pleasure, the day I created her. If
instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving
thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels
give. A
mother is the one through whom God whispers love to His little children. I
have given her many good and happy things....because I love her. How
far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate
with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak
and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of
these. I
looked on child rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as
a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any
honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best that
I could bring to it. I
love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me
grow, prosper, and reach great heights. The
successful mother, the mother who does her part in rearing and training
the boys and girls who are to be the men and women of the next generation,
is of greater use to the community, and occupies, if she only would
realize it, a more honorable as well as a more important position
than any man in it. The mother is the one supreme asset of the national
life. She is more important, by far, than the successful statesman
or businessman or artist or scientist. Being
a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs in my field,
since the payment is pure love. She
gets up while it is still dark . . . My
mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart - a heart so large
that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.
The
value of compassion cannot be over-emphasized. Anyone can criticize.
It takes a true believer to be compassionate. No greater burden can
be borne by an individual than to know no one cares or understands.
A
mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden,
fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends
who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us when troubles thicken
around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts
and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace
to return to our hearts. Her
children arise and called her blessed. To
give and then not feel that one has given is the very best of all
ways of giving. Mother
- that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.
Just
for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you
up and take you to the park to play. Do
not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your
heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their
children after them. The
dew of compassion is a tear. Before
you were conceived I wanted you Holiness
consists in doing the will of God with a smile. It
is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to
compassion and understanding. She
never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take
them along. Some
mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it
is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. All
mothers are working mothers. Now,
as always, the most automated appliance in a household is the mother.
That
best academy, a mother's knee. The
mother's heart is the child's school-room. "My
mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you'll be a general,
if you become a monk you'll end up as the pope." Instead, “I
became a painter and wound up as Picasso." The
formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery.
The mother is queen of that realm and sways a scepter more potent
than that of kings or priests. When
you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. When
I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman
who helped me give birth to myself. The
best conversations with mothers always take place in silence, when
only the heart speaks. My
mom is a never ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and
being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the
tune. Mothers
hold their children's hands for only a little while ...Their hearts
forever. A
little girl, asked where her home was, replied, "where mother
is." An
ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy. To
the women on my journey: To
the women on my journey: To
the women on my journey: To
the women on my journey: Do
not forget the things your eyes have seen or let them slip from your
heart as long as you live. Teach them to your children and to their
children after them. The
real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men
- from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their
bosoms. I
believe the most valuable contribution a parent can make to his child
is to instill in him a genuine faith in God. A
strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape –
Why
are saints, saints? Because they were cheerful when it was difficult
to be cheerful; patient when it was difficult to be patient; and because
they pushed on when they wanted to stand still, and kept silent when
they wanted to talk, and were agreeable when they wanted to be disagreeable.
That was all. It was quiet simple and always will be. Throughout
the ages no nation has ever had a better friend than the mother who
taught her children to pray. I
remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They
have clung to me all my life. Help
me, dear Lord, to be a good mother . . . What
are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in
permanent outline forever? Strength
and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. Dear Lord, Breathe Your love deeply into my being. Live in me and energize me that I may not only touch life, but be touched by it. Remind me Lord, that your gifts to me are meant to be shared in love, with others. Renew my spirit, so I will hear your whispers and You can be seen in my every action and heard in my every word. Help me to always draw others to you. Amen. "I
know the plans I have for you," Lord,
hold our troops in your loving hands. You
go no where by accident.
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