Seasons Of Our Life

I ran across this poem as I prepare for our Annual Women's Meeting on Thursday.

Enjoy... (maybe even grab a tissue...)

"Seasons Of Our Life

As Mothers, we are special.

There is no nobler call.

We are the Masterpiece of God.

He designed us, one and all.

His plans are always perfect.

With each season, there comes change

And, just as Summer follows Spring,

Each life He has arranged.

In the springtime of our youth,

A mother's love is always near.

She shows us how to serve the Lord,

In the growth of tender years.

She loves us unconditionally,

Has patience beyond measure.

She cultivates our eager hearts and

Thanks God for this great treasure.

As this season of our life

Gives way to summer's sun,

It's in these years we blossom

And a new phase has begun.

As a mother, she knows that danger

Into this season will creep.

So, with a prayerful heart, on bending knees,

She prays our souls He'll keep.

We're no longer tiny babies,

When a kiss could heal our pain.

It's then she listens, with her heart,

And quiets tears that fall like rain.

We, slowly, start to break the ties

Of Mother's apron strings

And, right before her very eyes,

Her little child takes wing.

Her years of prayer and teaching

Are now put to the test

As we begin the search for love,

Which is an awesome quest.

She prays that we are listening

To the sound of God's still voice.

For, if we are, she knows that "He"

Will help us make the choice.

Then, once again, the seasons change,

As we listen to God's call,

And, now, her child has made the journey

Through summer into fall.

It's in this season that life begins

The circle to complete,

As our lives change and we understand,

With the patter of little feet.

We now can know and comprehend

Just what our mother meant

When we heard her thank our God, above,

For the miracle that He sent.

Now, we will teach our children,

Just as to us was taught,

That Jesus gave His life for them

And their soul His blood has bought.

We'll teach our children to love the Lord,

As they sit down at our knee,

And, as we bow our heads to pray,

We'll remember our mother's plea.

We, too, will thank our God, above,

For the children in our arms

And with prayerful hearts on bending knees,

Pray

He'll keep them safe from harm.

Now, we will watch, as our children journey

From spring and on through fall.

As they grow in spirit and in truth,

They will answer to God's call.

It's then, as Grandmothers, we reflect

On the seasons and all they've blessed,

As we step into tomorrow

And the years of winter's rest.

It's in this season we look back

At our joys and all our trials.

With thankful hearts, we turn to God

And thank Him for every mile.

God's presence has always surrounded us.

He, now, keeps us free from strife

As we journey into the future,

Through the Seasons of our Life."

( Copyright © Loretta Coley Lipsey & Laura Lipsey Hayes )

Who can find a virtuous woman? For her worth is far above Rubies.The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so she will have no lack of gain. Proverbs 31:10

Her Children rise up and call her Blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her:"Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all."Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a womanwho fears the Lord, shall be praised. Proverbs 31:28-30