“I
am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your
grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure dwells in
you as well.” -2 Timothy 1:5 (ESV).
On
Mother’s Day we thank God for godly mothers and honor them as the
Bible teaches us to do. Paul, in the focal verse from Timothy,
praised Lois and Eunice for their godly influence on Timothy. For
our thoughts today, I offer to you a poem, “This Clay to Mold” as
a reminder of a mother’s responsibility to bring up the child or
children entrusted to her in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.
This
Clay to Mold
(A
Mother to her Baby)
“Train
up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old,he
will not depart from it.” –Proverbs 22:6 (KJV)
Tiny
infant, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,
A
living, breathing person gifted to our home.
What
lies ahead on roads that twist and curve
As
you grow up? Can we insure that you not swerve
From
precepts learned at mother’s knee
And
still give you the sense of being free
To
choose what paths are suited to your gifts,
Give
you assurance that the right way lifts
Above
a mediocre path, a difference makes
In
what you give to life, and what you take?
These
are my thoughts, as close against my breast,
New-born,
you take succor and sweet rest.
I’ll
teach you of faith, for that intrinsic quality
Yields
hope extending beyond reality.
I
pray you learn to love, for love is giving
And
colors all of life that’s worth the living.
Forgiveness
must come, too, and greed must go;
And
neither must offense nor selfishness sow
Their
bitter seeds to sprout and grow at will
To
choke your character, lend potential ill.
Your
human clay is mine to shape and mold
Into
a person of worth, rarer far than gold.
May
God give me wisdom laced with humility;
Fill
my Mother-heart with God-endowed ability.
I
thank God for circumstances ensuing
That
made our dream worth seeking and pursuing.
I
dedicate myself anew to God’s great plan,
Accept
humbly the touch of His loving hand.
-Ethelene
Dyer Jones 05.10.2015
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