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"In my Father's house are many mansions:
if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare
a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where
I am, there ye may be also." ~John 14:1-3~
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In Search of My Mother's Garden
In
search of my mother's garden, I've found beauty so serene.
Song, and Praise fill the air - the likes you've
never seen.
A Witness to
His gift of Salvation. With Assurance that He is
her own.
Prayer continually caresses the vine; careful that new
seeds are sown.
You cannot escape the
fragrance of her Patience, and her Love.
Strength and Courage, standing firm, seek blessings
from above.
An abundance of Understanding;
it blooms the whole year round.
Faith is bordered by Wisdom, and the Holy Ghost
abounds.
Peace
and Joy are plentiful, in colors all their own.
In search of my mother's garden, I found Grace in Him alone.
~ Copyright May 1999 by Linda L. Miller ~ |
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Happy Mother's Day
Thank you Momma, I love you!!
 My
Mother's Garden is a peaceful place. She nurtures each seedling
as if it were the only one to grow there. An intuitive knack
of knowing which one needs water, sun, shade, or just some extra
attention. I don't know how she knows, but she always seems
to have just the right solution. She raised my three brothers,
and me, with the same patience and wisdom.
In 1990, Momma was diagnosed with Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer. We
watched, helplessly, as she underwent surgery and then endured
a grueling eighteen months of chemotherapy. Growing tired and
weak, her courage continued to amaze us all. A mighty prayer
warrior with a servant's heart, she left it in God's hands.
A Hymnal lay open on the old piano - "Keep Me Safe 'Til
the Storm Passes By." He comforted, sheltered and healed.
We feel truly blessed - Each passing year distancing us from
those agonizing months.
1998 brought a second attack of this dreaded disease; Momma
was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. Victoriously she lay in the
recovery room, barely conscious, repeatedly whispering the precious
name of Jesus and giving thanks. Praising His wonderful name,
not even knowing the outcome. I have not before nor since witnessed
such beauty; the anointing of the Holy Spirit filled the room.
The fragrance was consuming.
She has to be the strongest person I have ever known; a survivor
in the literal sense of the word. Truly an amazing woman. Weeds
had invaded, overgrown, and seemed so high that most would have
given up. Yet, her faith, courage, and strength majestically
glorified our Lord Jesus Christ.
My Mother's Garden is a peaceful place. She tends each and every
seedling as if it were the only one to grow there. I don't know
how she knows, but she always seems to have just the right solution.
In search of my Mother's Garden, I have found my own strength,
courage, a renewed faith and peace.
Comes The Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up high and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman, and not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling mid flight.
After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get to
much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure,
That you really are strong, and you really do have worth.
~Author Unknown~
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by Dawn
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Last Update:
April 22, 2006
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