Saturday, May 11, 2013

Mother's Day

Rather than a "Silent Sunday" post this week, I am re-posting my blog from Last Mother's Day. I wish you all a blessed day.
My hope is that if I tell my story clearly enough, I will come to understand its twists and turns, and then perhaps even its meanings. At the very least, I hope to be able to recognize some of the places where the Almighty God has been present within it.
 ~Robert Benson   That We May Perfectly Love Thee

When reading the above quote from my morning devotional I knew beyond a doubt that it was meant for me, to explain in some small fashion why it is I blog.

I seldom have the “ah ha” moment during the course of an action. It comes later as an afterthought and it is then I clearly see the hand of God.

It was Mother’s Day, 1990, and as usual the Ohio weather was unpredictable. I remember it was grey, overcast and quite windy. This was our last May in Ohio as we were moving to Arizona.

When church was over, the Hubs asked where I wanted to go for lunch in honor of Mother’s Day. I spontaneously uttered the name of a restaurant and was met with his look of “Really?” It had never been one of my favorite places to eat, but I let it stand nonetheless.

A faux waiter was holding the door for patrons as the wind was wildly reminiscent of March, not May. Once inside the establishment everyone who appeared to have or would ever excrete estrogen was presented with a carnation in honor of the Day. The line was long, snaking outside as the churches were emptying and the hungry saints were gathering for a feast.

Slowly the line proceeded to the register for the American ceremony of the pay-before-you-eat-everything-you-can-buffet-of-gluttony. Two steps forward, holding pattern for a few, then another step or two…

As was/is my custom I was observing the people around me. There were family units that had just come from church standing in their respective groups of 3, 5, 7 or even more persons. We were a group of three. That’s when I noticed her standing behind us. Elderly, alone and seemingly calm amid the crowd of hungry go-to-church-meeting-feed-me-now Christians.

So it began, that anxious rational of, “Where is her family? Is she meeting someone here? Why is she alone on Mother’s Day?” I even questioned myself for thinking these things when I asked Husband if he noticed her alone. “No,” he said, until I had pointed her out. I looked at him with my basset hound eyes and he said, “What do you want to do?”

I turned and asked her, “Excuse me, are you here with family or are you meeting someone?” She smiled kindly and said, “No, I’m here alone.”  “Wonderful!” I said. “Would you consent to being our ‘surrogate mother’ for the day? His mother is in Florida and mine is in Arizona." She agreed and we presently were at the cash register.

After getting our plates, introductions and blessing the meal we got to know our guest a bit. She had just returned from Florida to bury her husband. They had no children. She was, in essence, alone.

Yes… that anxious rational… the nudging of the Holy Spirit that churns in the pit of my stomach. I’ve learned to pay attention. I always have something more to learn and more tenderness to bathe my heart and spirit in.

With Mother’s Day approaching I thought it might be appropriate to share this event. I am not sharing this as an Oh look at me, aren't I just the most spiritual person you've ever beheld? No, actually I know that by even posting this I’ve lost any reward that may have been ascribed, for anything we do should be done in secret and from a place in the heart that responds to the leading of the Holy Spirit. Even the thought of a “reward” was not the reason I responded to this event. It was compassion, it was empathy, it was the leading of the Holy Spirit.

May you have a blessed Mother’s Day and may you be open to the Holy Spirit’s discernment!

Simply yours,

PS  James 1:27
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. 


  1. To me, this is one of the best blogs you've ever written.
    Love you, my friend...

  2. that may have been her one and only mother's day!
    thanks to your sweet response to the Lord's nudging.

    1. Maybe, but I would hope that somewhere in this world she may have had a niece or nephew who cared.

  3. This reminds me of a tradition we have at our church Tamara. We generally hand out some little gift of sorts on Mother's day and Father's day. We hand them out to every female weather they are a mother or not as we believe that you don't have to give birth to be a mother or mentor to someone. The same goes for Father's day. Your story made me think of that.
    Love Di ♥

    1. Oh Di! What a wonderful, honoring tradition! And you are so right - some of the most wonderful "mature" women in my life who helped to guide and mentor me were childless.

  4. I love this! I've often wanted to do something like YOU did on that Mother's Day 22 years ago, but I talk myself out of it. I feel like applauding you! (I know that's not what you want, but really, I want to act like you did.)

    1. Really, it wasn't me it was the Holy Spirit's leading. And you CAN do it (or something similar)! I have faith in you!!! The thing is, to be open to the leading and not doing it just to do it. I always know... it's something in the pit of my stomach.

  5. This is a beautiful story and I would like to think that anyone who is drawn to you Tamara, and your blog, would not do any less themselves.

    1. Oh, Dear Rose! How was your holiday and birthday? Details... details!

      PS - Good to hear from you!

  6. Oooh, a whole year has passed Tamara, how can that be? I remember this post so well!
    How rude I am, I obviously didn't return and answer your question from last year! My birthday was wonderful, same this year - with the same people!
    I think re-posting this was a wonderful thought.

    1. Glad you had such another grand birthday and with the same grand people!

      This memory had a special place in my heart. I know truly that it was the Spirit of God that spoke to my heart that very day.


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