Sunday, February 5, 2012

Nicholas News

Other than getting larger and more grand by the day, we are actively assisting a church plant in Lewiston. A daughter church, as they call it, of Christ Church desiring to spread Christ and community through the Valley. Pastor Joe Rosales, recently married to Rachel, has such a heart and drive for this work and is excited about what God will do in the years to come. It is so great to see their love and faith overflowing in their work. So I started a Bible study with a few of the ladies here so we can get to know each other and encourage each other on down the road.

In other news! Glenn and Laurel moved the chiropractic business to a main drag and expanded it with Beautiful Image. And here is their website of which Laurel is very proud :)

Envisage: to look in the face of

I feel like God teaches me thorough dreams. Last night He gave me a scenario very real to life. I was out in the working world, under a lady boss, rather a young and pretty black woman, seemingly had everything going for her. But she displayed bitterness, diving tasks for her employees that could never be satisfactorily completed. After time and again trying to please her with doing the work she had asked, I was visiting with Mom before turning in another of this woman's assignments. Mother so sweetly was thinking of the other person as I was thinking of myself and how I was the victim of this woman's tyranny. So I approached the woman, handed her the assigned document, and she looked over it with devious eyes plotting the next inconvenience to my soul. And as she started to speak, I looked over at Mom, who was smiling gently and knowingly back at me, and as I turned back to the woman my face softened. I looked at her for the first time with caring and concern, and simply said, "Is there something bothering you, something I can do for you?" (Or words to that effect.) Being shown a little human tenderness threw her off her guard and she started telling me about her life, and her family, how her sister had just left her husband without any explanation. How her parents were not there for her. She was alone, and no one had seen this before. She had not had a caring ear before, had internalized her problems and became bitter. I too was on the brink of this, confused by her inability to be pleased and angry at her attitude toward me. But thanks to my mother's teaching, a soft answer really does turn away wrath. And another lesson in wisdom displayed.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Memories with Mom

It's already February of 2012! My mind rolls over many thoughts, but none so prevalent nor so sweet as my mother. She has been in Heaven nearly nine months now. My mother who bore me for nine months. I'm sure I made her puke, I kicked her, and sat on her bladder. I caused her excruciating pain, and she bore it all for me and so much more. I wish I could ask her how it was, how I was. But the soliloquy I long for will never come. What I do know is how I am. How I smile when I do something just like Mom or say something she would have said. I know I'll see her in my child's look or laugh. Because of her I do know that I want to be a sweet momma who bears pain without complaining. I want to be an example of Christian charity and love to those I meet as well as those under my care.
I can't ask her how much weight she gained while pregnant or what foods made her sick, but I can remember all those leg rubs she gave me. She would come into my room, sit on the edge of my bed, put my legs in her lap, and massage my cramping calves. She was my best masseuse. She did this night after night for me from the time I can remember, possibly five or six years old, until past twenty. Never did I hear her complain about the time it took up or the frequency of my requesting it.
Sometimes I feel so close to her, I can see her brunette ponytail and smile as she carries around another grandchild. And talk to her I can. But my lips purse at the thought and nothing comes out. I want to talk to my baby too, but also feel funny about that because I can't see him/her either. But I guess there's nothing like doing. I have so many good memories with Mom even up until her last breaths, and sometimes I want to talk to her about them. I want to keep the memories fresh and alive because they're what I've got of her.