At first, it comes in such smallish piles, mostly white items…these little girl undies and t-shirts meant to cover …. 

Then, it grows a little larger with colors more like rainbows and opportunity and self-examination all red and black and navy and yellow… 

And still, with professional work it grew a little more sophicated with hues of colors never seen prior and names attached…such as salmon and daffodil and Chanel and Victoria’s Secret…. 

Then, with marriage there was a lot of white and soft pink and sexy black and red, but mostly pink and light shades of my character because I was a girlie girl in that way…my quiet introspective self.

 As children came so did the soft cotton pregnancy panties and mama panties and cover your stretch-marks as best you can panties with an occasional hot pink attempt to be sexy for my husband size 8…no, truthfully, size 10.

During a season of single life when my dresser drawers were just as single my life returned the cotton whites and soft pinks and pale blues, the colors of comfort and peace… 

And, as current day and age and marriage to my sweetheart would allow, if you peeked into my dresser drawer you would find me….all shades of the rainbow representing all stages of my life and a confidence which comes with age and the slipping on of those items which hold and cover and protect.  You would see all sizes and shapes and curiously enough….

You would come to see a little piece of me….

With just a glance

Into 

My “personal”….. 

Laundry… 

 

 

 

As Only Your Mama Can…..

 

W is for Wayfarer, Worth (Latin=Excellentia) and Whisper 

My precious, precious daughter.  Tender is my heart toward you as I write this tonight.  Ladder is playing “The Greatest Commands” on the piano and as you know, this always melts my heart as do you. 

W is for Wayfarer.  A wayfarer is one who takes a journey, usually on foot.  I so enjoy this word.  Not only is it lovely in appearance, but it rolls off the tongue in a lovely way as well.  But, more significant to me is that when I think of the ultimate wayfarer, I think of Jesus.  Once he became an adult, he truly did not have an earthly home.  His live lasted only 33 years and yet, he traveled far and wide seeking to fulfill the goal His Father set out for him.  But, He always knew…Heaven was His home and it is yours as well.

You, too, dear daughter, are a wayfarer.  Your feet will travel many miles, God willing, as you walk this journey of life.  I so want it to be a wonderful journey for you.  I pray God smooth the path and make it clear.  I pray He joins in your steps and that He sends Godly people with whom you can share your trip. 

 A wayfarer, by nature, need be willing to go in faith and trust toward the destination God has set before her.  You may not always see out into the distance a clear path, and when that happens, that is when your prayers deepen and strengthen and take flight.  At other times, the path will be clear and strong and outlined for you and it is during these trips you may find seasons of respite and quiet and deep conversations with God. 

Enjoy being a wayfarer….enjoy each day…live in each moment….walk toward your purpose. 

Seek out the good, let go of the bad.  Forgive, forsake that which needs be forsaken and love. 

I pray God guide your precious feet each and every step of your way…. 

W is for Worth which in Latin is Excellentia.  When I was 13, Ian wrote out the whole passage of “The Wife of Noble Character” and gave it to me.  He told me tonight as we were walking around the neighborhood that he could tell I had a beautiful heart even when I was a young girl and that is why he gave it to me…. 

Can you understand what it means to have your husband tell you something as precious as that?  That even when you were young and forming and growing and developing that amongst all that crazy changing and molding and shaping that he could see I had a heart for God? 

Priceless

Especially when you and I both know that I am far from all of that….. 

But, what Ian did for me at 13 and does for me at 51 is enable me to see myself through God’s eyes…and, to God…..I am beautiful and lovely and pure and worthy.  What a beautiful gift he gives me by doing so…. 

What makes this especially precious to me is that Ian told me he saw the same heart in you….that yours is lovely and tender and kind.  That the heart he sees when he is with you is that of a young woman who loves and cares and gives.  That is strong and compassionate and fair.   

He sees you through the lens of our heavenly Father…..and, baby, that too is a gift.  That is what we all should do for one another…

Hold up God’s mirror to one another so that we can see ourselves as God sees us….. 

Beautiful….and lovely…. 

Excellentia…. 

Worthy….. 

W is for Whisper 

When you were little and I was trying to get your attention, I used to whisper to you.  As you got older, I continued that pattern and it worked.  You seemed to know that if I was whispering, I was speaking something important and you would give me your full attentiveness.   

I whispered when I would sneak into your bedroom at night as you lay sleeping and would quietly say I love you in your little ear

I whispered to you the words to your favorite book as you nodded off to sleep while I was reading…Good Night Moon 

I whispered to you to be quiet so that your baby brothers could sleep, and you did… 

I whispered prayers on your behalf as I lay on the floor outside your bedroom door when you were a teenager and out of sorts

I whispered my support as you laid your head on my shoulder and poured out your heartaches 

I whispered my gratefulness when you said you forgave me for not being the Mama you deserved… 

And, even now…..though you are living out on your own, I whisper my wishes and hopes and dreams for you to God, and I know He is listening…

I whisper praise for your heart and thanksgiving for your strength.  I whisper halleluiah when you succeed and hold fast to her heart when you are challenged… 

I believe with all of my heart that God hears the whispers of a mother as she lifts up her child to him… 

And, I will continue to whisper every day….. 

I love you

I’m proud of you

I am grateful for you

I am glad to be your mother 

And, I will keep whispering to God…. 

Thank you for this daughter

Praise you for this child 

And, I will whisper….and whisper and whisper….. 

Until I can whisper no more…. 

ILYAOYMC,

Mama