Remembering Mama..
not just on the day we call MOTHERS' DAY.
When I was a toddler it was "mama" who allowed me to get on a stool and help make the biscuits. I know I was in her way. That was my job-wonder how the biscuits looked..mmm.
When I was a preteen- before we used the term "preteen" I still called her MAMA. A little later as I became a teenager I still called her MAMA. Years later as an adult I referred to her most often in conversation as my Mother. She's been gone since 1973 and when I whisper some shared thought I wish she could hear or know I always whisper: "Mama."
My Mother, Annie Bell Mobley-Williams was the first person who taught me loyalty. I saw both humility and strength in her. She was never honored by people around her but I do think I and my sister Gwen and brother Carl have honored her by the life we have lived and I know she is rewarded in Heaven by her Heavenly Father. She knew him. Humanly I always feel my Mother deserved so much more than she had on this earth but consider ETERNITY..then it balances out.
My life has been richer because of who and what she was ...consequently my four children's lives have been richer for that reason. We pass it on and share generously from the bounty of God's grace. Mama would have been so overwhelmed by the beauty, blessing and bounty in all our lives..His provison and goodness and mercy visible
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| My Mama at about 36-38 years old |
