Note from the author: The song you are listening to is one I have composed for my three children: Marirosanne, Carrbien and Damon II. How I thank my LORD for them. They bring rainbows to my days and lifts up the weariness in me... How blessed are we to have our children to love and be loved in return. We think of how our LORD loves us all and how devoted He is to us....
Her silver-gray hair looks very attractive at the touch of light. Her eyes still glisten; if I could look into those irises I am certain that they would show my smiles from the moments past until now…. How she holds me intact within her being! Yes, to her I have never grown up…. I am still a child, her child, her joy and pride!
For everything I did and do, she took and still takes a part --- even though these days she knows that at times her involvement could be just minimal in scope.
Her embraces are tender yet strong. Her somewhat-bent fingers still have the grip to hold and enfold me in my loneliest days; she would come running to soften life’s torments if I let her. Her undying love penetrates, protects and offers calmness during stormy weather.
What she has is a partnership with our all-giving GOD. The LORD mentored her and showed her the way how to care, how to share, how to listen, how to heal; how to fix little things here and there, how to keep on giving when there’s nothing more to spare. She continues to care even though she is shunned. GOD taught her how to nurture a love not reciprocating. He made her understand the true meaning of patience and sacrifice. He taught her how to love and taught her acceptance. He taught her how to forgive. He taught her perseverance. Yes, He trained her how to give fully and taught her how to live!
She is to Him a vessel of hope. He made her mind ready with prayers during life’s trials and made her pliant for every pain. He made certain that her heart can embrace all the channels to where I go.
Her ways come to mind when I am besieged with fears. Her soothing voice brings calmness to my flowing tears. GOD has taught her well to take care of me. Oh, if only I could take the moment to sense the stillness of the day and tame the busyness of my existence I will notice her along the way, ever waiting for a call or two. Always wanting to hear those issues of past and of new.
GOD made a bridge open for her and me that we can communicate regardless of the distance. Though songs may be unsung and words may be left unsaid, there is that unexplained strength of such togetherness that only a mother and her child can feel. They share that lasting bond – a special love that glues them together.
Yes, I rode many life’s carousels with her and a legacy of dreams she left with me - that in the passing of years I may remember and not forget. She made certain that before I went out on my own that my bag was loaded with prayers, songs of hope and of faith, and memories from home. Do I remember?
The letters from home are non-stop; her caring ways have never diminished in time; unceasing still are her hellos…. It is true that she never has let go after all these years. Do I remember?
A mother’s dreams get intertwined with that of her child’s. Her treasures include life’s musical notes, the little “Picasso-drawings”, the unfinished art or two of an architect protégé, the school cards and teachers’ comments, the simple notes of hellos, the unspoken tugs of painted flowers and those ones pressed inside the pages of a book, a pair of childhood boots , a tee shirt or two, and portraits created by the hands of a three-year-old, four-year-old, five-year-old minds…. all inspired by the One Love Divine.
What a woman to love! A woman to cherish forever! A woman of valor and character; a woman of faith beyond compare! Hers were the hands that cleaned the many hieroglyphic writings and scribbles written on the walls --- “I love you, Mom!” And always she understands the meaning conveyed and flowing are her tears. She carries the same tears today longing for our nearness…. the same unceasing smiles that brought us happiness. She sings the same songs that lulled us to sleep; the same voice that taught us to believe in GOD so loving and gracious – omnipotent that He is. He gave her strength to withstand the pain when we are less giving… and regardless of what takes place, her love, having been inspired by GOD, never runs out of its essence…. and in her heart it is ever-burning.
What a mother to have and hold!
How we thank the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY for all eternity!
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Let Us Remember. . .
by Maria Virginia Deferia
Be not far from me, my LORD
For trouble is near
I need You, my GOD, for I am in despair
The wounds are gaping wide - they plan to take me in
Come and rescue me, my LORD,
Please make my life whole again
My heart is torn! My bones are breaking fast!
My strength is dried up; I'm tasting earth's dust
My hands are tied, my strength is leaving me
Release me from this bondage, my LORD!
Please set me free!
Rid me of the pain and woes that rend my soul apart
Let me have the power and the strength to make them depart
Deliver me now, my LORD, for new storms are coming in
Precious is my life with You - it's life I want to claim
New life You offer and I should not let this pass
When I accept You into my heart, I know I will need to be steadfast
My praise will be for You for each and every moment
With You, my LORD and SAVIOR, my life is not in vain
No other love can see me through
No other touch can be so true
It is Your grace that has put that everlasting joy into my spirit
It is Your loving mercy that humbles me in my undying faith
