Reflections on the First Anniversary of My Mother’s Death

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.

_Psalm 116:15

Today is the first anniversary of my mother’s death.

I’ll not get all sentimental on you and make things awkward.  But I do want to offer the following reflection from my mother’s life.

I once read that there is a certain age when “a woman must be beautiful to be loved, and then there comes a time when she must be loved to be beautiful.”

There are very few pictures in the family of my mother when she was in the springtime of her beauty.  The few there are explain clearly why my dad fell in love with her.

But as far as me, my mother was beautiful all her life, right up to the very last day.

Of course I didn’t think about it in those terms.  For me, my mother didn’t have to be beautiful—that wasn’t even an issue.  Mothers are in a class all by themselves.

The ONE THING for today: Give your best to those few who think you are beautiful because they love you.  For when all is said and done, they will be the ones who are with you when the others aren’t.