Happy Mother’s Day!

Dickon stood out among the trees and rose-bushes and began to sing…

“Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him all creatures here below,

Praise Him above ye Heavenly Host,

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

                                Amen”

…“Who is coming in here?” he said quickly.  “Who is it?”

The door in the ivied wall had been pushed gently open and a woman had entered.  She had come in with the last line of their song and she had stood still listening and looking at them.  With the ivy behind her, the sunlight drifting through the trees and dappling her long blue cloak, and her nice fresh face smiling across the greenery she was rather like a softly colored illustration in one of Colin’s books. She had wonderful affectionate eyes which seemed to take everything in-all of them, even Ben Weatherstaff and the “creatures” and every flower that was in bloom.  Unexpectedly as she had appeared, not one of them felt that she was an intruder at all.  Dickon’s eyes lighted like lamps.

“It’s Mother-that’s who it is!” he cried and went across the grass at a run.

Colin began to move toward her, too, and Mary went with him.  They both felt their pulses beat faster.

“It’s Mother!” Dickon said again when they met half-way.

(Chapter XXVI, “It’s Mother!” The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett)

“There is no human love like a mother’s love.  There is no human tenderness like a mother’s tenderness…In all ages everywhere, the true children of a true mother ‘rise up and call her blessed’; for they realize, sooner or later, that God gives no richer blessing to man then is found in a mother’s love.” 

                       - Henry Clay Trumbull, Hints On Child Training

blessings,

dani    

“Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her…” (Proverbs 31:28)