Living Room Scene 1964
plastic covered windows to keep out the stiff north east winter winds
floral linoleum surrounded by faux wood linoleum
homemade play at home clothes
poinsettia past the best before date
a footstool made out of large juice cans and covered with fabric
long winter evenings
All these things are visible to anyone seeing this photo from my childhood
but there is so much more my heart remembers.
I try to remember it the way it was.
I have been thinking lately on how much my Mom influenced who I have become...
how my faith grew from childhood.
When I was little, it was my Mom who I spent the most time with and though I often remember her being bone weary gave me the impression that I was worthwhile.
Her hands were always busy with cooking and mending and she though she didn't have much time to read, she read the one book that she loved most. She had her Bible and she listened to her favourite radio Bible programs each weekday morning that encouraged her.
In the best of times and the worst of times her faith in God remained and I saw it lived out from my childhood to my own years of mothering young children.
I value that she protected me by having boundaries for me before I had sense to have my own.
She loved my Dad ... well.
She always kissed me goodnight.
I reflect on my memories of my Mom today because though she has gone to be with Jesus 19 years ago... today would have been her birthday.
Her life impacted me in the ways...
that matter most.
1 Peter 3:4
...let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious.