A Mom's Memorial

My mom never liked Christmas after she lost her daughter Wanda and her mother. She never wanted to put up a tree , but she did it anyway for me. She loved me, and now she is gone and I am left feeling sad and alone without her. I am still making the best of things for my son just like she did for me. I'm making sure he always has a good Christmas every year. The tree is trimmed.  There's gifts under the tree, and most of all he knows that Jesus died for our sins and he knows how he suffered on a tree made into a cross. I make sure my son knows how Jesus's blood was shed on Calvary so we wouldn't be lost. I tell him how Jesus went through unimaginable pain, humiliation, and even back stabbing betrayal from a trusted friend. He was beat and chastised , mocked and abused, stripped of his cloths and made fun of. People chastising Him all so that we might escape the depths of  hell, and He rose again on that 3rd day victorious.

I tell the Christmas story every year to make sure My son doesn't forget why we celebrate Christmas. My mommy taught me about Jesus and she taught me well. Forever I will be thankful for my raising, and a mother who loved me enough not to want me to go to a devils hell. This Thanks giving I am thankful for Jesus who was and is the son of God, my mother who raised me, and my son. I am also thankful for my daddy and my papaw , but that's another entry for a later day.

There are so many things my mother did for me but teaching me about Jesus, was by far the greatest thing she could ever do, and none of these other things could ever match up to that.