Blue and Yellow Bliss
Canon 5D Mark ll, 100mm 2.8 macro, 3.5 aperture, 1/400 shutter, 50 ISO
My mom is an amazing person. Everywhere she goes, there is always a crowd of people around her, because she loves everyone. Funny, I took her with me to a Stations of the Cross Exhibit recently because I had a piece in the show. She told me she was just going to go sit down for a bit. Every time I went to check on her, she had more people standing around talking to her. I had to laugh. That is my mom. She loves people and they love her in return. I hope to be like her. She was the May Queen of her high school, she played basketball, and was a cheerleader. That was all in one year. A bit of an overachiever, but well-loved.:) She was raised by her grandparents, which is pretty special. She loved them dearly, my great-grandmother and great-grandfather. I hear my great-grandmother was very loving also. I wish I could have known her better. She passed away too soon.
This post is for my mom. She loves blue and white dishes. Well, beautiful dishes in general. My sisters and I inherited this from her and we all use them in our decorating. Chris says we can just grab them from the walls if we have a lot of dinner guests at once. It’s true. Hasn’t happened yet, but it could.:)
In honor of Mother’s Day coming up, I am going to give away another 8×12 print of your choice from this entry. To enter to win, all you have to do is comment on this blog and tell me something special about your mom. I will choose the winner at random by Friday so you can have it in time for Mother’s Day. If your mom is no longer living, I pray comfort for your heart. I know no one can ever replace her.
If you do not win, you can still purchase one of these prints on my Etsy Shop. I can also do notecards and different sizes for you. Just let me know what you would like.
Here are few more images to choose from.
Time for Tea
Soft and Sweet
Yellow Elegance
Gathering of Yellows
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Hmmm, my mom. She has never met a stranger. When I was little I found her ability to talk to anyone a little embarrassing..especially when you’re stuck in a grocery line. When I got a little wiser I noticed that it was her way of witnessing and pouring out love to anyone willing to take the bite. She’s the quiet force that keeps our family together like the edge-work of a cozy quilt. When I need a hug she’s the one I go to, and she knows my life-schedule so well I often refer to her as my real personal planner. Lol, okay that was more than 1 thing, but like my mom…guess I can talk a lot too!
My mom taught me about Grace. She is a Southern belle from Texas who was whisked away to a rugged mountain life. I ate grits in the Rockies, I was taken from a town of 32 to see Les Miserables in the “big city” as a middle schooler so I wouldn’t “be without culture and the grand stage,” I grew up with 2 other people who were not family but became family in the home she made, every cut was kissed, every tear was wiped, every book was read around a roaring stove.
My heart is my mom’s. She didn’t just give me life, she showed it to me.
My Mom, who has been gone 10+ years, was a true adventurer at heart. She loved life, tried new things, loved people, no matter who they were or their station in life. Changes never threatened her. Generosity and kindness were garments she wore daily. Respect and love followed her and it is my prayer that I will end my days just as she did, days filled with love of family, others, and most of all her God.
My mother always says that the best part of going to heaven, other than seeing Jesus, will be that her 3 treasures will be there with her (myself and my 2 sisters). I have noticed that God always leave a reminent in a family and for my mother’s family, she was it. She loved and stood for Her God and then stayed on her knees until He brought each one of us to Himself. Her faithfulness is unwavering, her love larger than the ocean – to her King, her God. I’m so grateful God knew exactly who my mother needed to be to accomplish exactly what He needed to in my life – what a love story~
I am so thankful for my mother. Looking back on my childhood, my mother was always there for me and my brother. Whether she was sewing individual sequins on my many dance costumes, or being a shoulder to cry on during a heartbreak,she was always there. Always serving. Always putting everyone else before herself. Always loving unconditionally. Now that I am a mother, it seems as though my eyes have opened and I fully understand the sacrifices she made as I was growing to make sure our needs were met.
I am so glad to say that my mother was with me when I delivered my baby girl. She was so encouraging and loving. As I labored, she would gently stroke my hair and whisper how proud of me she was. It reminded me of all the times I was sick as a child and she would do just the same. I feel so blessed that I have such a wonderful mother. I deeply respect, admire and love her so very much.
My mother. What complex feelings bubble up when I think of her. She was a strong Christian and strong believer in faithfulness to God. She was loving, caring, stern, and witty. She knew when to pray and when to put that faith to the test. She had six children and a multitude of grandchildren. She’s been gone now for awhile but she continues to be ever present in all our lives. How do I explain the impact she had on all of us is impossible. We hear her in statements we make, attitudes and reactions we have. She has forever placed her hand on our hearts and minds and will never be forgotten however will forever be missed.
I couldn’t resist this contest mainly because it’s a chance to brag on my wonderful mother and I wouldn’t miss a chance to do that 🙂 I didn’t grow up with my mom, she had personal struggles & family dynamics which prevented it. However, in the last 12 years I have developed a relationship with her that has changed the very essence of who I am. Never have I felt so unconditionally loved, so encouraged and so cherished. The things she has had to overcome in her life are the things movies are made of, and yet she has a zest for life, love & art that you can see a mile away.
Currently, she is raising her four grandchildren, ages 8-14, after saving them from a home of neglect & abuse. She has not only provided them with a safe & stable home, she is providing them with loving discipline, she is nurturing their talents & interests with opportunities they have never had before, she is giving them the childhood they deserve and have been denied. And she is doing all of this despite a grueling round of meetings with teachers, doctors, therapists, court dates and while dealing with some serious health issues of her own. Yet she has never hesitated, never wavered in her resolve to care for them.
It would be impossible to express the magnitude of my love & respect for my mother, my soul can barely contain it. I’m forever grateful to my God who made such a person and gave her to me like a gift.
She was a foreign woman coming to a foreign land not knowing what to expect but hoping for a better future for her daughters. Looking back I have no memory at all of feeling foreign or out of place. She made sure we knew that we were where we needed to be and reminded us to make the most of out our opportunities. I have always seen her sacrifice her time and energy into us. She has seen me fall and encouraged me to get back up. She has hurt for me and with me. She has loved me day after day. She is a brave and tender woman. I can only pray to be as brave and as bold for my children.
My mom is special because she is the person who God chose to be my mother, to care and nurture me to grow to be the lady I am today. Although I am only 23, she has taught me more than I could ever imagine and I hope to one day to be half the person she is. She is beyond what a mother should be and I love her for that!
My mom is one of the strongest people I know. At 42, she enrolled in classes and pursued her lifelong dream of becoming a nurse. Now, she is a fantastic nurse and since I got married last year she is the Lady of the House – taking care of my dad and my 3 brothers. Everyone gets where they need to be on time, everyone is fed, everyone gets their homework done and turned in on time because she works so hard to keep it all running smoothly. All this in addition to working full-time and being back in school to further her degree. She is amazing. I can only hope and pray that I will become as wonderful of a wife and mom as she is. She’s my inspiration and I love her more than words can say.
My mom is so special… there may be times we don’t agree and see exactly everything eye to eye but I know deep down that she loves me! She is a hard working and devoted woman who when the time calls for it will fight for her children whether that is in the spiritual realm, physical realm or even the academic realm. At 40, she and my father began having children again and now with two adult children, two preteen children and two grandchildren she is constantly pouring into us and loving us however she can. Within the past 5 years, she has got back out into the workforce as well as school. The weekend of Mother’s Day she will be graduating from Brenau University receiving her Master in Education after already having a Masters in Counseling. Having been a counselor for many years, she continues her concern for the cognitive and educational development of children but now does it as a 1st grade teacher. For many years now she has had to go through some serious struggles with herself and with our family; however, in the end even when people and even her own heart was telling her to give up and leave, she chose to stay, fight and stand her ground. I can’t help but look to her for examples and encouragement in how to persevere and do whatever it takes for your family. I love her deeply and as time goes on, I can see why God has put her in my life and how he’s used her to teach me about him and about life. Truly there are no ways I can try to describe how much I love her and how grateful I am for her!
My mom is a tiny beautiful little woman who is grace in motion. She has an imagination that allowed me to flourish in a city where children don’t always make it to adulthood. Our brownstone was my fortress of safety where ordinary objects became toys. She could turn flour into play dough and the kitchen table into my magic room with one blanket. There was always extra food for the person that happened to drop by unannounced, an extra room for the missionary who came to rest for a month or a friend who needed to chat. She also has an extraordinary prayer life. As gentle and tender as she is she in life she is the opposite in prayer. I call her the pit-bull of prayer. There is no force that can remove her from believing and praying for her family and her church. She prayed for 20 years for her husband (our father) to return to our family and I had the privilege of re-marrying them and watching the fruition of relentless prayer. I’ve seen many of her prayers be answered and display to me as a mother and minister what a beautiful intimacy with Jesus looks like up close. When Jesus tells her something she will pray it through until it comes to pass no matter how impossible the world may deem it. I remember as a little girl watching my mothers beautiful face lifted up to heaven with arms raised in worship, a huge smile on her lips and tears rolling down her face and I knew then that I wanted to know the God she loved so much, and even more than that the God that loved her so much. She is the beloved of God and has taught us as her children and grandchildren that we are too. I have more memories than I can possibly write down but the legacy of persevering love she has left me and our family is priceless.
Spring always reminds me of my mom. She looooved flowers. She loved hope, and she loved the persevering way spring fights its way through winter….maybe that was the reason she loved flowers… Anyway, though I wouldn’t describe her as a flower, she was, at her core, a persevering warrior. One who always fought for others, and always in another realm…
This morning my thoughts traveled along
to a place in my life where days have since gone
Beholding a image of what I used to be
as visions were stirred and God spoke to me
He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
positioned by heaven, yet I saw not the face
I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
that came from the darkness with destruction for me
I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
as all of heaven’s angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior’s face
yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place
I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much
as God let me feel the Warrior’s prayer touched
I thought, “How familiar”, the words that were prayed
the prayers were like lightning that never would fade
I said to God, “Please, the Warrior’s name”
He gave no reply, He chose to refrain
I asked, “Lord, who’s broken that they need such prayer?”
He showed me an image of myself standing there
Bound by confusion, lost and alone
I felt prayers of the Warrior carry me home
I asked, “Please show me this Warrior so true”
I watched and I wept, for Mother…the Warrior was you! —Larry S. Clark
Miss you mom….