My Mama, What a Lady!
Author: Pat Aman
Happy Birthday in Heaven, Mama
Fannie Mae Wade Hunter
12/26/1914-October 22, 2008
Proverbs 31:10 says, “Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.”
My mama’s birthday was December 26th. Her wedding anniversary is December 24th. And of course Christmas is December 25th.
That is three special days in a row for her. She has always like to be remember on each of these days separately. Not one big gift or card.
But she has always just wanted us to call her, go see her are just tell her that we love her. If you would ask her what she wanted, she would just say good health and her family. She has always been the giver. She always made sure that her family came, before she did.
In fact, for as long as I can remember she has not commented about her needs. She simply lived from day to day, thanking God for the blessings He had given to her. She always told how good God had been to her. And she told us that God gave her a good husband and wonderful children.
True, my mama has her ups and downs just like we all do. She has walked through many a valley. But I have seen contentment shining through my mama’s eyes, more than anything I have ever seen. I know that was Mama content with what she has in the way of material possessions. But there is something even deeper. I sense she is content with who she is and what she does and has done.
When I was with my mama, I think of the things in my childhood. There was always a loving, warm, caring and clamming effect that she showed to our family and friends.
But I am now praying that I will find the contentment that was in my mama. I pray this for myself, my daughters, friends and other special women in my life. Ones that I have met and will meet are maybe never come in contact with. In other words all of us who at times seem restless, and so filled with longing.
Sometimes I wonder about this old-fashioned brand of serenity I saw in my mama. I cannot say for sure exactly what it was. Certainly, it had to do with her walk with God. With her strength of character. But I suspect it also had something to do with her belief that everyone was special, and had a purpose for their lives.
Maybe it is time that we all realize, that we also are special people and that God bought us to this earth on a special assignment. And assignment to do His work and to let other people see Him through our eyes.
My Mama’s Bible
Author: Pat Aman
© 1996/2023 Library of Congress Control Number: 2018910976
Mama’s Bible, so ragged and worn,
Its pages are scribbled, ripped and torn.
Its been around for ages, she’s had it for years,
Some pages smudged by rain and some by her tears
The name on the cover is faded, it’s true.
There might be a page missing, or two.
To look at that book one might scoff and frown
They may say, “Why, there’s no use in keeping it around.
“A new Bible, I’m certain, is what you must need,
With pages so perfect, and pictures indeed.”
But friends, I know better and I’m here to persuade’
There’s more in that ol’ book, more than I can say.
For she read it and held it so close to her heart,
Its Knowledge and Wisdom and Love to impart.
She held it so tightly, through storm and through chill,
But ever much closer when her children were ill.
Her faith can be seen on each page and each line,
Her writings of love time after time.
She carried it high through thick and through thin,
So proud of the holy scriptures contained within.
Of all of the treasures in this world we can hold,
This Bible of mama’s so ragged and old.
Is far more precious than silver and gold.
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No memory is more precious, none that I hold so dear,
When the storms of my life bring me much fear
The vision of mother, the love on her face . . .
As she read that old bible and told me of Jesus saving grace.
Poem and Devotion Written By: Pastor Pat Aman August 26, 2008
Devotion Written By: Pastor Pat Aman Book © 1996/2020 “Coffee With Pat Daily Devotionals” and WestBow Press a Division of Thomas Nelson
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018910976
Fannie Mae Wade Hunter
12/26/1914 – 10/22/2008