There is no long procession, no tell-tale sign that a person of honor is walking nearby. No regal dress or royal robes; no crowns or tiaras are visible. The flashbulbs from the cameras of the paparazzi are not blinking with approval or excitement. The secret service have not been called for protection and there are no guards standing in the background keeping a watchful eye. There is no hint to the honor and esteem that is gracing their very being. All seems to be as normal as a robin on a spring day hopping through the fresh green grass. And yet, when we truly see who they are, we find there is nothing normal or common about them.
For you see, down through the centuries of time, there have been many miniature processions of the pitter-pat of little feet following them through every corridor in the home and every pathway through the garden. Flashbulbs have flashed from loved ones capturing their every move, smile, tear, and expression that has crept across their face or tired brow. Their hands have not signed laws or decrees, but they have signed their name to the greatest calling on earth, and with little training use those hands to caress and hold and heal. God's angels have always been in the background keeping a watchful eye of every step they take for He knows beyond our understanding the majesty and worth that they possess.
Oh, at first glance, with human eyes, we often miss the royalty of who they are. We miss the majesty of their presence, the splendor of their being. But on this day, this one special day, we don't need eyes to see. Our memories come to life and suddenly we realize who they are and the high place of honor they hold. It's not that we have forgotten, but on this day, time seems to stop as we recall and relive those childhood days when all was at peace because they were near, that's it, simply near.
No, our Moms are not politicians, soldiers, lawyers, doctors, or even presidents. They are simply who they are and yet so much more. Not one of us could ever describe our Mom with words, and yet in our minds, they are the best, the elite, God's special gift, they are Queens that wear no crowns!
5 comments:
ABSOLUTELY PERFECT AND BEAUTIFULLY PUT!!
Great post, guys (whichever of you two wrote this!) Happy Mother's Day, Marsha! You're doing a good job. Love you.
Well said. After all without mothers how would the world function. Ha!
WOO-HOO my elegant poet!! I think I be impressed with thy elaborate use of verbage (pronounced "ver/baaage") and how thou hast waxed ever so eloquent.
It was great to catch up on your life! It was awesome to see your comment on our blog. Kristina Clemens
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