It’s a year since Mum died.
And life goes on, but as we get older and share these sad smiles for times past maybe we begin to appreciate a little more of the foundation we were given.
Mum was a character, a lady of firm convictions which some might consider extreme these days, but kind and generous with it. Numerous charities benefitted from her regular support and people far and wide enjoyed her chocolate crispy buns and Mars squares. Beneath the prim, Presbyterian reserve hid a sense of fun. And no one could miss her unfailing love for her family.
If I had to sum her up in one word it might be ‘faithful’.
Faithful to the Saviour she followed and served from childhood.
Faithful to Dad, from their courting days when they promenaded arm in arm along the Antrim Rd. Faithful to her marriage vows, supporting him devotedly through early prosperous years and later redundancy, then years of disability.
Faithful to the promise they made as parents when they brought my brother and I for Baptism. Our first songs were hymns and choruses, our first stories from the Bible. Church twice on Sunday plus Sunday School, we were grounded in faith.
And those early lessons have proved their worth a thousand times over.
So while she’s no longer with us, her legacy is and it’s an honourable one.
As I read last year at her funeral,
‘Her children arise and call her blessed…
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned and le her works bring her praise at the city gate.’
(Proverbs 31 v 28-31)
And life goes on, but as we get older and share these sad smiles for times past maybe we begin to appreciate a little more of the foundation we were given.
Mum was a character, a lady of firm convictions which some might consider extreme these days, but kind and generous with it. Numerous charities benefitted from her regular support and people far and wide enjoyed her chocolate crispy buns and Mars squares. Beneath the prim, Presbyterian reserve hid a sense of fun. And no one could miss her unfailing love for her family.
If I had to sum her up in one word it might be ‘faithful’.
Faithful to the Saviour she followed and served from childhood.
Faithful to Dad, from their courting days when they promenaded arm in arm along the Antrim Rd. Faithful to her marriage vows, supporting him devotedly through early prosperous years and later redundancy, then years of disability.
Faithful to the promise they made as parents when they brought my brother and I for Baptism. Our first songs were hymns and choruses, our first stories from the Bible. Church twice on Sunday plus Sunday School, we were grounded in faith.
And those early lessons have proved their worth a thousand times over.
So while she’s no longer with us, her legacy is and it’s an honourable one.
As I read last year at her funeral,
‘Her children arise and call her blessed…
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the reward she has earned and le her works bring her praise at the city gate.’
(Proverbs 31 v 28-31)
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