With all of the thought that I put into my Return To Sender post the other day, my mind began to drift backward and settled back in time for a bit. There’s very little that I can remember with excellent detail, but the one thing that came to the front of my brain just freshly knocked my socks off.
Okay, we all love Momma, right? Well, after this, you might love her even more.
What’s the first thing that I remember Momma doing after my dad walked out on us?
Big question, right?
Did she sit us down and tell us what a lousy thing he had done?
Heavens, no. She never spoke an ill word of him. Far too classy for that. Even when she had every right to, she refused to shape our impression of him (a kindness that was not reciprocated during our visitation rights with him).
Did she run for comfort into the arms of a welcoming man?
Nope… Unless you count Jesus.
Did she blab our family drama to the world?
Not necessary. I was in kindergarden. What else is Show-n-Tell for?
What is the first thing that I remember Momma doing after my dad walked out?
She sat me and my sister down and explained the Gospel of Jesus Christ to us in a way that we could understand. Prior to that, she wasn’t “allowed” to teach the Bible to us as my dad determined that only the church was fit for such a task.
I remember my sister and I praying to accept Jesus as our Savior in our hearts, there in the bedroom of our little, yellow trailer with my mom leading the way.
Bless her, bless her, bless her.
Another “wow” from me! How wonderful that your mom knew the Lord and was able to take the first opportunity she had to share the good news. What a special memory.
Way to go, Donna!
And, blasted Christian music on the radio or cassette player all day long.
Why does this not surprise me? Donna has always been this way-thru and thru. God bless you all.
Wow what a beautiful thing
Donna, I’ve always known you to be a totally class act under every circumstance–this story doesn not surprise me in the least!