Remembering my dearest mother

By the Master’s Hand, on the occasion of Mother’s Day in the year of 2008 my three younger siblings and me surrounded our dear mother, Bertha Mae Vaughn for what would become her last. The photographs wherefore captured on that Mother’s Day reveal the legacy of love and memories of a faithful woman of prayer mother was and also a glance of what she left for us most precious to behold and honor.

The Scripture records a most magnificent expectation from thy Lord God of His virtuous Daughters in the Book of Proverbs, Chapter 31 verse 28. The Blessed Word reads: “Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.” Surely thy Lord favored me with a virtuous, meek and gentle mother whom loved her Lord.

Ofttimes, during my visits to my mother’s home, I was left amazed as my eyes fixed upon her loyalty to thy Lord. She was most disciplined sitting in thy Lord’s Presence with the Blessed Holy Bible and annotating on holy pages the blessed revelation she had received from the Holy Spirit. And quite marvelously, the Lord used mother to poureth upon me treasures from Heaven during the greatest valleys of my life. And it surely appeareth to be the season the Holy One willed me to walk through the most for His glory.

Oh, how the holy conversations from my mother filled many broken seasons of my life! And it was with the Holy Bible that she faithfully guided me to have faith in our Everlasting Father. Most certainly, my mother’s blessed, fervent prayers Tip the Bowls in Heaven to place me on a purpose-filled path to honor thy Lord serving Him and in serving others. It was also my mother’s devotion and loyalty unto thy Master which cultivated within me a life in the beautiful garden of prayer.

For sure, my mother’s tender voice and encouraging words continueth to echo in my heart and encourage me to serve the Blessed Master.