Stacey’s mom, Nina, was a special lady that taught me how to really celebrate with family. November 9th is the 3rd birthday without her and we miss her!
On our bathroom mirror, Stacey has some of her mom’s handwritten words that were penned during some of her most fruitful times spiritually... in the middle of... some of her most difficult physical and financial hardships.
Stacey had been praying for years that her mom’s heart would be tender before the LORD... that “He would get her attention.” It was only after her mother’s passing that we realized that God had answered those prayers in ways that were hard to notice at the time.
It was in those last years of hardship that God opened her hands to more fully recognize the joy of closeness with the Savior. Grateful for "Mamaw's" words of legacy during that season...
Take time to enjoy the smell of rain (my favorite smell)
Take time to listen to the birds sing, observe the wonders of a hummingbird.
Be playful and mock a “Bob White.”
Take the time to clean at least one window real good so the sunshine can beam through.
Then, sit back ...look at the streaks and laugh – remember we are never perfect.
Pray on your knees at lease once a day. It can really make you feel humble.
I recently shared a poem that echoes this beautiful reality...
“Treasures” by Martha Snell Nicholson
One by one God took them from me, All the things I valued most,
Till I was empty handed, Every glittering toy was lost.
And I walked earth’s highways grieving In my rags of poverty
Till I heard His voice inviting “Lift those empty hands to me.”
So I turned my hands toward heaven, And he filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches Till they could contain no more.
And At last I comprehended, With my stupid mind and dull
That God cannot pour His riches Into hands already full.