Showing posts with label Mothers day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothers day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 11, 2025

MOM TO THE RESCUE

MOM TO THE RESCUE

The grass on the hillside behind our house was long and dry—perfect for hours of fun for the three of us kids. We found the largest cardboard boxes we could and broke them down to make sleds. Up we climbed to the top of the hill and down we flew to the bottom. We’d do it again and again all day long, until mom called us for dinner. But the one time when I was sledding alone, something horrible happened.

I got tired early, so I folded my cardboard and headed home. I carefully lifted up a section of barbed wire at the bottom of the hill and started to climb under. My foot crunched down on a small dead branch in the way. All of a sudden, I was swarmed and being stung by yellow jackets. They were all over me—my face, my arms, my head, even stinging me through my socks—and they just kept attacking. Yellow jackets aren’t like regular bees that die once they sting you. Yellow jackets can just keep on stinging over and over. I must have disturbed their nest, and they were mad. I managed to get myself out from under the barbed wire and ran to the middle of the street. 

They followed me and surrounded me and kept stinging me. I could do nothing to stop them. I panicked and froze there right in the middle of the street and started screaming at the top of my lungs.

My mom came running out of the house and saw immediately what was going on. She ran out to the middle of the street, where I was paralyzed in panic. Grabbing me in her arms, she quickly got me off the street and into our driveway. She turned the water on and hosed me down. I was sopping wet when she took me into the house, sat me down at the kitchen table, and slathered me from head to toe in calamine lotion, finally easing the pain of probably over a hundred yellow jacket stings. 

This memory reminds me of the Bible story about the man from the Gadarenes. He was being attacked by a legion of devil spirits. Most sources say a legion can be as many as 6000 in number. The man was lashing out, tearing at himself and scaring everyone, that is, except Jesus. The man wasn’t in his right mind but Jesus had compassion on him and rescued the man. Jesus set him free from the attacks, and the people “found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind” (Luke 8:34). 

My mom was not afraid. When it came to one of her kids, she had no fear, but instantly knew what to do and did it. My mom ran right into the swarm of yellow jackets, to save her daughter. She rescued me from the yellow jackets and calmed the stings.

 

Jesus was not afraid either. He knew that God wanted him to rescue this man and He did it. Jesus ministered God’s love to the man and delivered him from the stings of torment the devils put on him.

 

As I look at the people God puts in my path, I want to be more compassionate toward His children, like my mom was for me. I want to react more like Jesus and help those who want deliverance from the stings they experience in this life.


Like it says in 1 Peter 3:8: “Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble” (1 Peter 3:8). First Corinthians 13:8 says: “Love never fails.”

 

To all of you mothers who have rescued us so many times: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!


Love, Carolyn

 

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Sunday, May 8, 2022

MOTHERS ARE A GIFT FROM GOD

MOTHERS ARE AN AMAZING GIFT FROM GOD

If it weren’t for my mom praying for me, I probably wouldn’t have made it this far. She told me that when I was little, I once followed a dog down the street, and she had to call the police to help find me. Then another time, I drank a bottle of her perfume, and she had to rush me to the hospital. When I was older, I put my mom through even more drama. I remember a time when I was freaking out on LSD in an old downtown building in Chicago, and my mom drove her VW Beetle forty miles in an ice storm to get me. My mom always was big on prayer and trusting God.

I want to relate another story about a mother who trusted God. Her name is Hagar. We find her story in Genesis 16, 20, and 21. Abraham was married to Sarah, and Hagar was Sarah’s maid. When Sarah couldn’t conceive, she came up with the idea that if Abraham could impregnate Hagar, somehow, the child would be considered hers. I don’t get it, but that’s what they decided, and it caused significant problems. As soon as Hagar got pregnant, Sarah was jealous and outraged and treated Hagar horribly. Hagar fled, but on God’s urging, she went back and submitted herself to Sarah’s domination. Relationships may have improved slightly, but there was still bitterness and strife in the household.

Abraham’s entourage traveled through the deserts together as a group for the next thirteen years. By this time, Sarah had conceived and given birth to Isaac. All of them lived together in the same group of tents: Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Hagar, and Ishmael. (Do we really think our “complicated” family dynamics are so modern?) As we’d expect, there was more drama brewing.

One day when Ishmael was fourteen, Sarah overheard him making fun of her son Isaac. It must have been the last straw because she threw him and his mother out. Hagar was devastated. Back then, if you were thrown out, it wasn’t like you could just go to stay with a friend. These people were nomads. They lived in a tent city, traveling from place to place according to the water supply. There was a harsh desert all around them. So when Sarah threw them out, they had to find a way to survive in the wilderness, or they’d die. Abraham was able to sneak them one bottle of water and some bread, but when that was gone, life was over. Hagar wandered in the desert, desperately looking for help. But a person can only last about three days without water, and there were two of them. They’d come to the end.

 

“When the water was gone, she left the youth in the shade of a bush and went off and sat down a hundred yards or so away. ‘I don’t want to watch him die,’ she said, and burst into tears, sobbing wildly.

“Then God heard the boy crying, and the Angel of God called to Hagar from the sky, ‘Hagar, what’s wrong? Don’t be afraid! For God has heard the lad’s cries as he is lying there. Go and get him and comfort him, for I will make a great nation from his descendants.’

“Then God opened her eyes, and she saw a well; so she refilled the canteen and gave the lad a drink. And God blessed the boy, and he grew up” (Gen. 21:15-20).

 

Hagar knew God. She prayed to Him and cried out to Him. She taught her son to do likewise. God “heard the lad’s cries” and saved them both. To mothers, this should be a great comfort. When you’ve done your best, you don’t have to be afraid that you haven’t done enough. God thinks you have, and He will be there to step in directly for your children when you can’t. GOD IS THERE FOR THEM. Never stop praying for them.

I believe God has given special abilities to mothers, beyond what most people even understand. And too often, we don’t acknowledge the depth of extra strength, endurance, and love that mothers have for their children.

 

Mothers desperately need the wisdom of God in raising children. When is it a good thing to keep secrets, for instance?  When Jesus was born, the angels came to the shepherds and told them that the Messiah had come. “For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child (Luke 2:11, 17).

 

The shepherds told everyone, and the Bible tells us: “And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. The people “wondered” but what did Jesus’ mother do? “Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart” (Luke 2:19). Mary didn’t wonder, she “pondered.” The upbringing of her child was a very serious matter and she prayerfully thought about every step she would take in his upbringing. It would be interesting to follow the life of Christ and look at all the scriptures that include the presence of his mother. I know of one time when she messed up by interjecting herself into a situation inappropriately and Jesus had to correct her.

 

Mary knew from his birth, that Jesus was the Messiah, and she knew from the scriptures what he would be capable of, but she jumped the gun as to the timing for him to really start his full ministry. She pushed him to do something before it was the right time:

 

“And the third day there was a marriage in Cana of Galilee; and the mother of Jesus was there: And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage. And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus saith unto him, ‘They have no wine.’ Jesus saith unto her, ‘Woman, what have I to do with thee? mine hour is not yet come’” (John 2: 1-4). It wasn’t quite time for him to start his ministry, but mom got anxious. God worked it out fine though. Remember, God looks on the heart, and we all make mistakes.

 

Another time when Jesus was twelve years old, it looks like mom maybe wasn’t giving him enough credit for being old enough to handle the deep things of God. We don’t know exactly it was, but this time it seems maybe that mom and dad were being what we call today “helicopter parents” i.e. over-protective. Back in those days, when the temple teachers got together to read the scriptures, they discussed the scriptures, their meanings, and applications. Jesus wanted to know more, and he stayed behind to find out stuff that he wasn’t getting from mom and dad. I feel that way about kids knowing the truth about devil spirits.

 

I had a conversation with a 19-year-old. He was telling me all about a video game he likes to play, describing demons and evil plans in much detail. We talked about how the things he was describing were in the Bible and that they are real. He totally agreed and was surprised that I knew about them! I have found that he and other teens are more educated about demons than many of the adults I know! These kids are learning about evil and know that it’s real, but they aren’t learning the connection to the Bible. That’s where parents come in.

 

Jesus sought a source outside of his family, but I don’t see why a parent couldn’t be their teacher, or both could learn together. Many adults don’t understand the evil God talks about in the Bible, but there’s no shame in that. By the time a child gets to be around 12 years old, he or she doesn’t really believe that mom and dad know everything anyway. I believe many parents would be surprised at how smart and knowledgeable a 12-year-old can be, and maybe even how willing to learn something alongside their parent. Just a thought.

 

Jesus’ parents didn’t seem to be paying enough attention to the hunger Jesus had for real truth. Did they make a mistake? Probably, but there’s a lesson here. The Lord is perhaps showing us what to expect and maybe what not to do.

 

“Now his parents went to Jerusalem every year at the feast of the passover. And when he was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast. And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and his mother knew not of it. 

 

“But they, supposing him to have been in the company, went a day’s journey; and they sought him among their kinsfolk and acquaintance. And when they found him not, they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him. And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers. 

 

“And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing. And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father’s business? 

 

“And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them. And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them: but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man” (Luke 2:41-52).

 

It doesn’t look like Jesus was an easy child to raise, so if you are having a few problems with yours, don’t get too upset. God will protect you and them like He did with Hagar and her son. The Lord will guide you with His wisdom on child raising, and He is big on forgiveness. God knows what it takes to be a good parent and He certainly appreciates the work you’re doing.

 

Today I want to say to all you mothers, I recognize and applaud all of you! HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY!

 

Love, Carolyn

 

Sunday, May 10, 2020

MOTHERS ARE AN AMAZING GIFT FROM GOD

MOTHERS ARE AN AMAZING GIFT FROM GOD
If it weren’t for my mom praying for me, I probably wouldn’t have made it this far. She told me that when I was little, I once followed a dog down the street, and she had to call the police to help find me. Then another time, I drank a bottle of her perfume, and she had to rush me to the hospital. When I was older, I put my mom through even more drama. I remember a time when I was freaking out on LSD in an old downtown building in Chicago, and my mom drove her VW Beetle forty miles in an ice storm to get me. My mom always was big on prayer and trusting God.

I want to relate another story about a mother who trusted God. Her name is Hagar. We find her story in Genesis 16, 20, and 21. Abraham was married to Sarah, and Hagar was Sarah’s maid. When Sarah couldn’t conceive, she came up with the idea that if Abraham could impregnate Hagar, somehow, the child would be considered hers. I don’t get it, but that’s what they decided, and it caused significant problems. As soon as Hagar got pregnant, Sarah was jealous and outraged and treated Hagar horribly. Hagar fled, but on God’s urging, she went back and submitted herself to Sarah’s domination. Relationships may have improved slightly, but there was still bitterness and strife in the household.

Abraham’s entourage traveled through the deserts together as a group for the next thirteen years. By this time, Sarah had conceived and given birth to Isaac. All of them lived together in the same group of tents: Abraham, Sarah, Isaac, Hagar, and Ishmael. (Do we really think our “complicated” family dynamics are so modern?) As we’d expect, there was more drama brewing.

One day when Ishmael was fourteen, Sarah overheard him making fun of her son Isaac. It must have been the last straw because she threw him and his mother out. Hagar was devastated. Back then, if you were thrown out, it wasn’t like you could just go to stay with a friend. These people were nomads. They lived in a tent city, traveling from place to place according to the water supply. There was a harsh desert all around them. So when Sarah threw them out, they had to find a way to survive in the wilderness, or they’d die. Abraham was able to sneak them one bottle of water and some bread, but when that was gone, life was over. Hagar wandered in the desert, desperately looking for help. But a person can only last about three days without water, and there were two of them. They’d come to the end.

“When the water was gone, she left the youth in the shade of a bush and went off and sat down a hundred yards or so away. ‘I don’t want to watch him die,’ she said, and burst into tears, sobbing wildly.

“Then God heard the boy crying, and the Angel of God called to Hagar from the sky, ‘Hagar, what’s wrong? Don’t be afraid! For God has heard the lad’s cries as he is lying there. Go and get him and comfort him, for I will make a great nation from his descendants.’

“Then God opened her eyes, and she saw a well; so she refilled the canteen and gave the lad a drink. And God blessed the boy, and he grew up” (Gen. 21:15-20).

Hagar knew God. She prayed to Him and cried out to Him. She taught her son to do likewise. God “heard the lad’s cries” and saved them both. To mothers, this should be a great comfort. When you’ve done your best, you don’t have to be afraid that you haven’t done enough. God thinks you have, and He will be there to step in directly for your children when you can’t. GOD IS THERE FOR THEM. Never stop praying for them.

I believe God has given special abilities to mothers, beyond what most people even understand. And too often, we don’t acknowledge the depth of extra strength, endurance, and love that mothers carry within them.

This week we have been making a special effort to go to the small businesses, to give them the money for goods, rather than always the big megastores, and the big conglomerates like Amazon online. It was a thrilling and rewarding experience. All of a sudden, Jane remembered what her mother told her when Jane was only three years old: “Always save something for the little stores, Janie.” Jane’s mother wasn’t the greatest, but she gave this gift to Jane, and to this day, Jane’s passion has always been the so-called little people! I’m glad we have this special day today to say HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY. We recognize and applaud all of you!

Love, Carolyn

Sunday, May 12, 2019

HONOR


HONOR
Exodus 20: 12 “Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.

As a teenager, I was upset because my mom wouldn’t buy me school clothes at the expensive stores like the other girls’ moms did. Instead, my mom took me to the stores and let me pick out the dresses I liked best, and she would make them for me. We lived on the edge of an affluent community, and I always felt like an outsider. What I didn’t know was that my parents chose our place to live because they could send their kids to good schools without having to pay the higher prices of homes in a community they couldn’t afford. My parents were more interested in our education than our material accumulations, but at the time I didn’t know it.

Recently I discovered that a coworker, 30 years old, doesn’t know how to put words in alphabetical order. I asked if he’d been taught in school and found out that he had not. I was shocked—naïve, I guess. He’s a smart man and a good worker, but never learned to alphabetize. How many other things aren’t being taught in school? I guess I just figured that everyone who went to public school learned the same things I did. Wow, was I wrong!  I feel a little stupid about how blind I was, but this new awareness made me smarter and more compassionate.  

The “alphabet incident” also woke me up to something God wanted to show me about my parents, and probably many other parents as well: They don’t always tell their kids why they make the decisions they do, but for the most part, they try to do their best for us. Like the Bible says, we need to honor them, no matter what.

At the least, they gave us life. That little sperm was the strongest one, and our mothers took us from that conception day all the way through to delivery. And here we are, alive, thinking, breathing, and hopefully honoring the God who created life itself.

There are so many reasons to honor our parents. One reason is what God says in Exodus: “That thy days may be long upon the land.” When we realize some of what our parents did and still do for us, and we know what we do and have done for our children, we have to recognize patience and perseverance make for a rich and complex life. We can live a good long life because we understand that things take time.

And most of all, we recognize that faith and trust in the Lord are essential to long life and peace.

If people don’t honor their parents, they are missing a big life lesson. If people decide to do what the Bible says, and honor them even if they don’t really want to, then God will open their eyes as to why it’s important.  

And for those of you whose children don’t honor you now, don’t worry, one day they will.

Love, Carolyn



Sunday, May 14, 2017

MOM TO THE RESCUE

MOM TO THE RESCUE
The grass on the hillside behind our house was long and dry—perfect for hours of fun for the three of us kids. We found the largest cardboard boxes we could and broke them down to make sleds. Up we climbed to the top of the hill and down we flew to the bottom. We’d do it again and again all day long, until mom called us for dinner. But the one time when I was sledding alone, something horrible happened.

I got tired early so I folded my cardboard and headed home. I carefully lifted up a section of barbed wire at the bottom of the hill and started to climb under. My foot crunched down on a small dead branch in the way. All of a sudden I was swarmed and being stung by yellow jackets. They were all over me—my face, my arms, my head, even stinging me through my socks—and they just kept attacking. Yellow jackets aren’t like regular bees that die once they sting you. Yellow jackets can just keep on stinging over and over. I must have disturbed their nest and they were mad. I managed to get myself out from under the barbed wire and ran to the middle of the street. 

They followed me and surrounded me and kept stinging me. I could do nothing to stop them. I panicked and froze there right in the middle of the street and started screaming at the top of my lungs.

My mom came running out of the house and saw immediately what was going on. She ran out to the middle of the street where I was paralyzed in panic. Grabbing me in her arms, she quickly got me off the street and into our driveway. She turned the water on and hosed me down. I was sopping wet when she took me into the house, sat me down at the kitchen table and slathered me from head to toe in calamine lotion, finally easing the pain of probably over a hundred yellow jacket stings. 

This memory reminds me of the Bible story about the man from the Gadarenes. He was being attacked by a legion of devil spirits. Most sources say a legion can be as many as 6000 in number. The man was lashing out, tearing at himself and scaring everyone, that is, except Jesus. The man wasn’t in his right mind but Jesus had compassion on him and rescued the man. Jesus set him free from the attacks and the people “found the man, out of whom the devils were departed, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed, and in his right mind” (Luke 8:34). 

My mom was not afraid. When it came to one of her kids, she had no fear, but instantly knew what to do and did it. My mom ran right into the swarm of yellow jackets, to save her daughter. She rescued me from the yellow jackets and calmed the stings.

Jesus was not afraid either. He knew that God wanted him to rescue this man and He did it. Jesus ministered God’s love to the man and delivered him from the stings of torment the devils put on him.

As I look at the people God puts in my path, I want to be more compassionate toward His children, like my mom was for me. I want to react more like Jesus and help those who want deliverance from the stings they experience in this life.

Like it says in 1 Peter 3:8: “Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble” (1 Peter 3:8). First Corinthians 13:8 says: “Love never fails.”

To all of you mothers who have rescued us so many times: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

Love, Carolyn

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