I'm happy to be participating in the Mother's Day Mother of Pearl Blog Tour in anticipation of this wonderful holiday commemorating Mom! Here is today's post! It remind me of my wonderful mom, Gloria, who passed on December 25, 2004.
'Priceless Treasures' by Cindy K. Stiverson
We've heard it said and often find it true:
You don't know the value of a treasure until you're without
it.
We take for granted the things in life that seem so readily
available.
A paperclip or
rubber band, to hold things together.
A tissue or napkin,
to wipe our nose to clean our face, to absorb our tears.
A Bible to speak
words of wisdom and instruction and life and love.
And a Mother, who is all these things and more.
She is readily
available.
She holds things
together.
She wipes our nose,
cleans our face (and our fingers, and, well…everything else!)
She absorbs our
tears and calms our fears.
"She speaks
with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue." (Proverbs 31:26)
She loves.
Within hours after my mother passed into the gates of our
heavenly home, I was missing her. Her quick wit…humor…charm. Her warm smile and
melodious laughter, which served her well to the very end, as did our Lord
Jesus Christ, who so graciously allowed her to slip quietly and peacefully into
His arms.
She simply stopped breathing.
As I stood at her bedside in those priceless moments after
her passing, I wanted to touch her skin as much as possible while there was
still warmth in her body; to nuzzle my nose against her head and breathe in the
scent of her hair while she was still there. Priceless treasures I was guilty
of taking for granted, clouded by unmet needs. I was so consumed with what she
was not, that I never fully appreciated who she was. It’s like I was blind, but
now I see!
I see her strength, her commitment. Her perseverance…sacrifice…her
unspoken love. I see how much she meant to me, how much she did for me, how
much she taught me, and how much of the good in me was modeled by her.
She was a virtuous woman, as described in Proverbs 31 of the
Bible.
“Her children stand and bless her… a woman who fears the
Lord will be greatly praised. Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds
publicly declare her praise (vs. 31).”
This last verse of the poem serves as an epitaph for the
woman of virtue. It speaks of the legacy she leaves in her passing. It spurred
me to write a personal epitaph for my mother, which I read at her funeral.
We publicly declare your praise today,
and in the days to come,
for you deserve to be praised and blessed,
"We honor you, Mom, for all you have done!"
In my earliest of memories,
You worked so hard, striving for the rest.
You persevered through great trials
and did your very best.
I know you are being rewarded
in ways far beyond our reach.
We honor you now by practicing what you've taught,
and even what you preached!
You've stood for us for all these years,
Today, we stand for you!
I pray that our applause on earth
will reach your heavenly ears.
With the reading of this poem, I asked everyone to stand. We
clapped our hands in celebration and praise of the life of my mother, Margaret
Alice Stiltner.
Imagine our surprise to discover that she had left a poetic
epitaph for us! She had clipped it from an old magazine and framed it. I found
it when I was cleaning her home, on a nightstand by her bed. My mother was
never versed at expressing emotion. This was her sweet way of kissing us
good-bye: a priceless treasure to remember her by.
Cynthia (Cindy) Stiverson is a speaker, writer, and artist. In 1998, she founded Woven: Women of Virtue Network, a spiritual formation and friendship ministry. She pastors the women at Newark Church of the Nazarene in Ohio.
Cindy considers raising her daughter, speaker/author Nicole Braddock Bromley, to be her greatest contribution to the world. She loves the men in her life, hubby Mark, grandbabes Jude and Isaac, and their daddy Matthew.
Cindy considers raising her daughter, speaker/author Nicole Braddock Bromley, to be her greatest contribution to the world. She loves the men in her life, hubby Mark, grandbabes Jude and Isaac, and their daddy Matthew.
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