March is a month of precious memories for our family – the March 8th memorial of Papa’s passing, Mama’s March 15th birthday, and their March 17th anniversary.
Every day I thank God for the gift of their lives, the legacy of their love and faithfulness – how Mama took such tender care of Papa through more than 25 years of quadriplegia in their 58-year marriage and how Papa loved her tenderly, too. (As shared previously, the mush police often ran out of ticket paper!)
My Mama was a steel magnolia, fragile like fine china on the outside but steely strong inside – in her faith, love, determination, encouragement and life. She sacrificed so much. An accomplished violinist when she met our Papa, she put her violin away when she started having us five kids. She would take it out on special occasions, but severe rheumatoid arthritis curtailed her playing in later years.
Mama poured her life out from the deep well of God’s love in her heart that overflowed with generous compassion and care for others.
She served selflessly. She loved and lived with unswerving steadfast devotion. She encouraged & inspired others. She gave of herself generously.
I keep finding notes Mama wrote me over the years. When I worked overseas she sent many cards with encouraging words, written in her precious script. I put them in books & all sorts of places, but what joy to uncover them now.
Going through Mama’s things after she passed, I found several of her prayer journals. In honor of her birthday, here’s a quote and short prayer from one of them (circa 2004) to inspire our hearts today:
“My cloud of battle dust may dim
His vail of splendor curtain Him.
And in the midnight of my fear,
I may not feel Him standing near.
But when I lift my eyes above,
His banner over me is love.”
Thank You, Lord for this new day. Thank You for keeping us through the night, guarding our hearts in your peace and love. May Christ Jesus Your Son be my all today, enabling me to know You in my heart as Lord, love You with all heart, obey You & be transformed by You as You enable me to ‘lift up my eyes above’ and know ‘Your banner over me is love.’
Thank You, Lord – You are my everything. May I bring joy to Your heart today, pleasing you in all things.
(a prayer of Virginia Johnson Woodward, my precious mama!)
grace, peace & March memories
Virginia : )