The following statements are all very true…
Despite my age (30-something or another), to this day, my mama can shop better for me than I can shop for myself… and when she does, I tend to get much more positive feedback – mother’s touch.
When I’ve had a bad day, that “crazy” person at work upset me, or I need clarity in a matter, I know whom to call – mother’s touch.
Her voice brightens my day – mother’s touch.
Her prayer life is impeccable, inspirational, and to be envied – if you’re into the covetousness thing. But, when she prays for me and my family, I know everything will be alright. That’s my mother’s touch.
She is a counselor; no literally, she is. She has a Master’s in counseling and 22 years of experience working as a guidance counselor for the Little Rock School District. So, it goes without saying that she’s a great listener and knows just what to say – mother’s touch.
She is so pretty! Her hair is long, black, and lovely. (I had to throw that in.) Mother’s touch.
She is a teacher, “rightly dividing the Word of truth,” according to 2 Timothy 2:15. She offers me daily instruction on how to be a good wife and mother. That’s my mother’s touch.
Her work ethic is unsurpassed and when she does a job, she does it all “in word and deed… in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to GOD the Father by Him.” (Colossians 3:17) And with this lifestyle, my mother has touched so many lives in unmistakable ways – family, friends, loved ones, and not-so-loved ones. That’s my mother’s touch.
I am her apprentice. I am her student, her imitator, her fan, and her friend. But most of all, I am glad to call myself her daughter. I love you, mama!
I feel privileged to have descended from a line of such strong, GOD-fearing, and family-oriented women. But, I know their secret… Their lives were touched by our Lord & Savior Jesus CHRIST!
I am eternally grateful to GOD for my mother’s touch.
A Tribute to My Mother, Myrtle D. B. Evans, in Loving Memory of Her Mother (who also had the “touch”) Margaret Ree Jamison Booker (We love and miss you, grandma. …Until we meet again)
By: Marcey Wright,
marceywright@marceywrite.com