My Mother’s Heart


Time alone revealed the true heart
of my mother. 

Seasons of her life reflected
the love and care she
gave our family. 
Myriads of memories
ever so
 sweet 
etched on my heart and mind. 
Easter dresses, hand made
for five daughters,
while she sacrificially
and
 unashamedly went without.
Sunday dinners,
joyfully prepared and served
with beautiful heart and hands;
all for the unabashed
love of family. 
Letters and notes
of encouragement
to a son or daughter
far from home.
Times spent in prayer down
on her knees,

knowing something
wasn’t quite right
and so she prayed. 
Daring to believe for a miracle
when doctors said,
“No chance this baby can live”.
A textbook miracle
son
 who lived forty-five years.
Caring for Daddy through
 years of illness,
faithfully by his side with hope and prayers.

A heart broken many times by unbelievable losses
grandsons, husband, son, parents, brothers and sisters…
Yet Mother lived with confident hope
she would see them again.
Mother touched many hearts over the years
giving hope, encouragement, prayers.
A testament of love and faith
for all who knew her.

Thank you God for my mother’s legacy of a life well lived.

 

When Faith Turns to Trust

When faith turns to trust,
Hope springs anew and,
Love is reborn in our hearts.

When faith says believe,
kicks fear down the road,
Love is reborn in our hearts.

When faith surrenders,
Steps out and speaks up,
Love is reborn in our hearts.

The greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13

A Hope Remembered

When the call came we rushed to the phone,
eager to hear the report. Our joy of hearing
we had a baby brother quickly dissolved into
shock as Daddy shared that Davy was born
with a severely damaged heart.

The doctor said, “There is no hope. This baby will
not live to be six months old.”

I don’t remember much about the drive to the hospital. There were no words, just a sad quietness that hovered over my 5 siblings and me.

I do remember the words of hope Daddy spoke as we walked down the hospital
corridor.  “Doctors don’t know everything – Davy’s going to be all right.”

Davy was released from the hospital within a few days because nothing else could be done for him.

Davy was seldom in his crib for the first two and a half months of his life. When he cried  he turned blue, so we kids took turns rocking him during the daytime. Mother and Daddy were up most nights, taking turns holding Davy close to their hearts, praying for a miracle.

Two and a half months later, our family doctor told our parents our baby brother might be a candidate for open-heart surgery.

So on a beautiful spring morning in 1964, Mother and Daddy started their six-hour drive to the Children’s Hospital in Birmingham, Alabama. At one point, Davy almost stopped breathing.

Mother wanted to turn around and go home, but Daddy’s  tenacious resolve won out. He would not give up hope! Praying a highway patrolman would appear and escort them to the hospital, he put his foot hard to the pedal. The patrolman never showed up.

Davy was still alive when they arrived at the hospital. Within minutes, the team of heart surgeons took him back to critical care. Mother and Daddy, worn out from their trip, made their way to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. They had barely gotten there, when a caring nurse ran after them. “Please hurry. Your baby needs you.”

Rushing back to the critical care unit, Mother and Daddy found the team of heart surgeons huddled around Davy’s incubator, seemingly helpless as they watched the baby  gasping for breath.

A well meaning nurse saw our parents and yelled; “Get those parents out of here”.
“Let those parents come in any time they want.” the head surgeon retorted. “It’s their love that’s kept this baby alive.”

With that, Daddy walked over to the incubator, reached in and held Davy’s head up and began to sing. “Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the wild frontier. Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who knows no fear.” 

A quickened heart beat—a fresh breath of life—a miracle!

Within a short time, the team of doctors performed open-heart exploratory surgery. Once they opened the chest cavity, the surgeons discovered a missing heart chamber. They later told us they would not have attempted surgery had they known this.

Many long hours later the team of amazed surgeons found my anxious parents in the waiting room. With beaming faces, they reported the surgery had been successful.
“This baby will live!”

In the years to come, Davy survived three more open-heart surgeries and lived forty-five bonus years; far beyond the hopeless diagnosis of six months.

Not surprisingly, Davy grew up with a love for gospel music. One of his favorites was “How Great Thou Art“.  Oh how our brother loved to sing.

“I would have despaired (lost hope) unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD In the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the LORD. (Psalm 27:13,14)

 

 

 

 

My Mother’s Heart


Time alone revealed the true heart
of my mother. 

Seasons of her life reflected
the love and care she
gave our family. 
Myriads of memories
ever so
 sweet 
etched on my heart and mind. 
Easter dresses, hand made
for five daughters,
while she sacrificially
and
 unashamedly went without.
Sunday dinners,
joyfully prepared and served
with beautiful heart and hands;
all for the unabashed
love of family. 
Letters and notes
of encouragement
to a son or daughter
far from home.
Times spent in prayer down
on her knees,

knowing something
wasn’t quite right
and so she prayed. 
Daring to believe for a miracle
when doctors said,
“No chance this baby can live”.
A textbook miracle
son
 who lived forty-five years.
Caring for Daddy through
 years of illness,
faithfully by his side with hope and prayers.

A heart broken many times by unbelievable losses
grandsons, husband, son, parents, brothers and sisters…
Yet Mother lived with confident hope
she would see them again.
Mother touched many hearts over the years
giving hope, encouragement, prayers.
A testament of love and faith
for all who knew her.

Thank you God for my mother’s legacy of a life well lived.