Sunday, December 9, 2007

The "Marys" in my life


This morning Rob preached about Mary's simple faith in God. He read the first Chapter of Luke. It reminded me of the two important women in my life and how they demonstrated their faith in our Father. Saturday was the 107th anniversary of my Grandmother's birth. She was extremely important in my development of faith and coming to the Lord. She had many adversities in her life but her faith helped her live a Christ centered life. She was widowed at the age of 33. She did not have a high school diploma. In fact, she dropped out in the 8th grade. She demonstrated her faith in the Lord by the simple actions she did. Not to say that she was perfect. She had her failings. Throwing ink bottles at her son in a moment of anger and wanting to not give a birthday gift to my father because he walked out on my mother.

The Second person was my mother. She again had her own faults and failings. She gave the the gift of knowing Christ and explaining her own failings in her faith. She always believed in the Lord, but at times did not follow what he had set out for her life. She married a person who did not believe in Christ but not even in God. Her example of following Christ when she did and insuring that my sister and I had a Catholic education made me the person I am today.

I miss both of these strong women. As I look at Mary's faith and what she endured. I remember these two special women and the impact like Mary's faith has had on me.

3 comments:

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Andrew said...

hiya amanda....cousin andrew from chilly new jersey....hope all is well down there...

got your xmas card, and thought i'd try the blog - i am a serious rookie here....

threw ink jars at my dad? never heard that one!!!

merry christmas to all!!

covingtonoutdoor said...

Andrew.. The ink jar was a story I heard many a times. I also heard Grandma pushing my mom when she had been caught smoking and my mom tumbling down the stairs. She did have a temper in eary younger days...(or so the stories I heard from her and my mom..)