Lavish the Triple-Gift!
Short, fiery, black haired, green eyed, Irish, and female, what a combination! But, that was my mother. Although she had very little formal education, she was a very wise woman. (...consider her ways and be wise. Proverbs 6:6) She was a wise woman of great faith who loved her Lord and her family.
The earliest memory I have of my Mother was one of love. Philippians 1:9 says, "And this I pray that your love may abound yet more...". My Mother’s love abounded beyond measure. Instead of her nine children diminishing the effects of her love, it multiplied. She was loving, but not a push-over. She could go from soft and cuddly, to in-my-face in one split second, when needed. Her fire from within mirrored spontaneous combustion.
When I was four, our family consisted of three brothers, a paternal uncle, my parents, dogs, cats, chickens, several unwelcome rodents, and me. (The rats are another whole story by themselves!) We lived in the country in a small wood-framed house in Curry, Alabama. My daddy raised cotton and served as pastor of the Nauvoo Church of God on a part time basis, but with a full-time servant’s heart.
Pondering the past, I remember vividly, clothes were piled high awaiting their time of agitation in the old wringer washer. The tallest stacks were sheets and towels. One might think that "hurry" would be the word of the day; especially when there was washing to be done for a family of seven on a wringer washer. But my very wise mother of forty-six years faithfully stopped her wash cycle for the sake of her children, family, or even a quick trip to town with Daddy. Family was priority.
One day I awakened to the sound of clothes washing, and voices speaking in low, soft tones. We were not normally a quiet family so the quiet peeked my curiosity!
I jumped out of bed, with persistent bare feet, and loud stomps making my way toward the family. Hearing my entry my mother responded, as always, with her sweet words..."I hear my baby coming!"
Instead of running to my mother, I ran and fell into the stack of sheets and towels, teasing mother. Instead of receiving a response of aggravation, she responded with joy. She joined me. Together we wallowed and hugged and loved and giggled until my empty tummy reminded, I was hungry for breakfast.
This day was not the exception, but the rule at our house. No matter how old, or how far I had come, or what the time, my mother was always pleased to see me. Her open arms of love and happy smile were the welcome I cherished then and long for today.
Do you love with open arms and a welcoming spirit? Are you willing to see past the tangible and roll in the sheets making memories and planting reminders of love for years to come?
1 John 4:7,8 MSG
“My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. The person who refuses to love doesn’t’ know the first thing about God, because God is love – so you can’t know Him if you don’t love.”
Just “saying” I love you is not enough. We must “show it”. My pastor, Eddy Brand, says love never travels alone. For where you find love, you will also find its two traveling companions, kindness and understanding. As followers of Christ, we have what this world so desperately needs. This world cries out for Jesus, shown through our love, kindness, and understanding.
Lavish these three upon everyone God sends your way. Just like my mother greeted me with open arms, I want to greet those lost and undone with the Father's love. When we give away what we have been given, God multiplies our obedience in the life of those around us. I pray this “triple gift” becomes contagious and spreads into the world and encourages everyone we meet!
Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Romans 12:10, NIV
~LaQuetta D. Brand
Written with God’s hand on mine!
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