"A Place For Mom"

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother, but I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.” The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose. He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mom’s flowers. As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “ Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.” She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mothers house.

This is just one of the several things I heard today, Mother’s Day, that brought tears to my eyes. Our young pastor, in his prayer to God, was sure to let Him know that all of the wonderful things He had given a mother to raise her children by, was greatly appreciated by her children. For a few minutes I felt like a queen who had just been crowned. I believe every mother there felt the same way. Each mother as she entered the sanctuary was given a long stem chrysanthemum. Several bouquets were presented to mothers for children driving the farthest to see her, the mother with the oldest child, the mother with the youngest child, and several other honorable mentions. How good it feels to be a mother who is loved by her children, but I could not keep from thinking about all the little children who never had the love of a mother. For various reasons this is the case many times. Then I think of the little children who loved their mother even when she was taking their life. One little seven year old boy in particular, who watched his mother drown his four younger brothers and sisters in the bathtub. He tried desperately to escape, but all doors were locked with a key. When it was his turn to die he pleaded, “mother please forgive me. What have I done?” I would especially ask that all loving mothers remember to pray for the unloved children who love their mothers as much as yours love you.

Blessings to all mothers’

Myrtle Jean Sharp