In Memory of Mom


I wrote this poem and shared it with my family for Mother's Day 2011 to honor my mother. I'd like to share it now with you and let you know that even in the midst of loss, there is still life. When you feel burdened by sorrow and fear, there is still joy and peace. In your darkest moments, there is still hope. Through the trials and tribulations, you can still teach someone else. All of your crying is not in vain and with tears still streaming down your face, you can now comfort others...

Comfort in Suffering - 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NKJV

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”

In Memory of my Mother, Shirley Hodge (06/06/1953 - 01/22/2011)

A mother's love cannot be measured by the amount of things she gives to her children that will soon be forgotten.

A mother's love is filled with the sharing of discipline, wisdom, guidance, and strength.

My mother was a strong and sometimes severe disciplinarian.

My mother was wise about the Word of God. Although, some may believe her wisdom could’ve been exercised differently. That I also believe to be true. Yet, I am grateful for the wisdom she has imparted to me.

My mother guided us in silence. A word was not much uttered but her children knew what they had to do.

My mother guided me in spiritual matters. Encouraging me to pray and trust God to keep me in whatever I was going

through.

The strength of my mother was never seen in another being that I have ever known. I do not know any time in my mother’s life where she didn’t have to struggle. However, she passed on a portion of that strength to me.

Almost nothing could break or bend my mother. If she fell, it was on her knees or face to go before God on my behalf or the behalf of others.

She was a warrior for Christ, not afraid to stand up against the enemy. She knew her victory was already there in whatever test she faced. She also taught me not to give up but to earnestly seek God, believing that He is more than able to keep the promises He made to us. I knew she was diligent and faithful to the end.

This Mother’s Day, if yours is still living, honor her and let her know how much she means to you. Apologize, forgive, reconcile… You never know when she will be laid to rest. For us living Mothers, it is still our duty to love our children, in spite of… God bless, keep and comfort you. In the name of Jesus. Amen