WHY WOMEN ARE SO SPECIAL . . . . . . (Tribute To My Mother)

Bst mum ever

This is a dedication to my mother, it’s a combination of what most mothers pass through and do everyday just to keep the home running. I have never remember when I don’t have what I need, she is always up early and sleep late. Here is a short story and is a combination of what most mothers pass through.

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next days. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.

She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.

She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.

She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick list for the groceries. She put both near her bag. Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I’m on my way,” she said. She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with one of the kids who was still up doing homework.

In her own room, mom set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added 3 things to her 6-most-important-things-to-do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals. About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.” And he did…without another thought. Yet she wakes up early in the morning to set breakfast and wake the children and make them ready for school and she herself get ready for work, go to work and go back home to repeat the above circle.

Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer…? ‘CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL……. and they can’t die sooner, they still have things to do!!! (my mother live longer than my father {missing them both})

You are a phenomenal women…….God Bless ALL WOMEN!

Aside

What is the most important project before you right now? How really important is it? If tomorrow is your last day on earth, will this project still be a priority? What will be your preoccupation today? What will you use the rest of your time doing?
By the way, are there people you need to settle with? Any unresolved conflict? Do you hold offence against any one? Is your heart Free, Pure and Ready? Or are there any pending repairs or amendment to your life? I don’t really know why the death of Mr Michael Jackson affected me so much! Something strange hit me when I picked the breaking news of his sudden and emergency transfer to the hospital. I remained with CNN for hours. I followed the ‘progress’ of the news.
First it was: Mr Jackson has being rushed to the hospital.
Then Mr Jackson is reported to be in coma…….
Then Mr Jackson condition is said to be worsening….
And then the big one; Mr Jackson is dead!

My mind roamed free! I see the guy on stage: energetic, smooth, flashy and professional; a complete master of his trade! Now he is gone! Mr Jackson? No, that is not his name. MJ? Not at all. His name is in Isaiah 40:6-8. He is Mr GRASS! And I am thinking that is your name to. It is our common name. it is the name we inherited from daddy Adam. It is both our surname as well as our first name. Very few of us have affidavit to the effect that we’ve changed name. I saw people crying at the funeral service of Mr GRASS! I cried too. But again I checked Isaiah 40, and I discovered we missed it yet again. Why were we crying? What did we cry?
“the voice said, cry. And he said, What shall I cry”?
We didn’t know what to cry! We were there, a bunch of weak humanity in slavery to sin and Satan! We were all there with our Talent, Money, Fame and Glamour. Yet we are all GRASS! Cry and say,
“All FLESH is GRASS, and all the goodliness thereof is as the FLOWER of the field…” And, mark this! “The GRASS WITHERETH, the FLOWER FADETH…”
I saw us there, on the magnificent stage! I saw the casket bedecked with flower (yes, FLOWER!). I saw men of caliber and women of substance! I saw on the background screen the flashes of Mr GRASS past performances! I saw him in the days of innocence! I saw when the GRASS started to wither. I saw what God made, when Mr GRASS was but a baby singer. Then I saw the world’s recreation of God’s creation. I saw the fading of the flower! Oh God! How can we be so gifted and blessed by God only for us to submit our soul to the devil to turn’s God’s creation of His own image to mere GRASS. On that stage, where the whole of humanity stood to get rid of the GRASS, I saw us all! We were there by our common name. Janet Jackson FLOWER, Little Paris FLOWER, Lionel Richie GRASS, Stevie Wonder GRASS, Jamie Jackson GRASS and a host of other GRASSES and FLOWERS .

It suddenly dawned on me: We really don’t understand God. We pride in shame and glory in vanity. We take to lecture, we learn no lesson. We do cry when one of us falls as Grass that we are. But we don’t acknowledge our need of God! Is it not yet clear to us the inevitable end of GRASS? “The GRASS WITHERS” Don’t we know what happens to FLOWERS? “The FLOWER FADES” Why then remain in the GRASS and FLOWER family? What the heck! Is it worth the gamble? Yes, Grasses stay Green for a while, and the rose does retains its colour for the moment. But haven’t we seen the end of the Greenest of Grasses and reddest of Roses?
We have been actors and entertainers; and life as it is in the Creator’s mind keeps eluding us. When we all wake up to our Reality? When will the actors stop acting and live real life….. The LIFE! Mr Jackson has been dubbed the greatest Entertainer of his time. I am not sure if God Almighty, the Owner of Life and Breath, has been entertained in the 50 plus years of Mr Jackson’s life. Indeed many Entertainers, including Mr Jackson, have actually taken away the attention of men from their Maker! I am always afraid when I think of what the world can make out of what God has made! For Mr Jackson, we saw what God made him. And we saw what the world re-created him! Yet we can’t really blame the world. By our choice we become what we become! But then, we will all go back to Him who made us, to explain OURSELVES (not to HIM) why we made the choice we made in our life-time!
By the way, did I tell you that I changed my from Mr GRASS to Mr WORD? Here was happened: Isaiah carried.
“All flesh is Grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The Grass withers, the flower fades! But THE WORD OF OUR GOD SHALL STAND FOR EVER” (Isaiah 40:6-8)
To remain Grass is to perish! To be mere Flower is to die forever. But then, it is not only Grass and Flower that one can be. There is the alternative! While the Grass change from Green to Brown and then rottens; while the flower changes its colours, fades and dies off, we are told that there is something that stand for all eternity! “The WORD of our God shall stand for ever” Our best in life outside of God is all toilet stuff! This world has no light! What we see and celebrate outside of our life in God are but illusion and delusion. The colour of black is black. Earth is dull and colourless viewing from eternity perspective! Only Jesus puts true colour to the human souls.
“You that say, Today or Tomorrow we will go into such and such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell and get gain, whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow. FOR WHAT IS YOUR LIFE? IT IS EVEN A VAPOR THAT APPEAR FOR A LITTLE TIME, AND THEN VANISHED AWAY” (James 4:13, 14)
I don’t want a vapour for a life. I don’t want Grass or Flower as fitting description of my core-life. That was why I changed from MR GRASS to MR WORD! I know the end of FLOWERS. I understand the fate of vapour. I do not want any of that. Especially when I have a choice.
“The WORD of our God shall stand for ever”
John put its soberly:
The world is passing away and the lust thereof. But he that does the will of God abides for ever (see 1 John 2:16, 17)
Guess what, you don’t have the kind of time you think you have to decide your place in God. Right now, how does God view your life, Grass or Flower or Vapour? When are you going to change God’s view of your life? The world has finished celebrating Mr Michael Jackson. The News about him is no longer breaking news. It has gone flat! He has been neatly deposited in the soil where his memory lays with him. “Dust thou art” until you receive the Christ-Life. Mr Jackson can tell us better now. Here was a man who gave his whole life to entertain the world. He even changed his God-given appearance to give the world what he taught was a better him. I am however not sure what he gave God. But that is the issue confronting him right now! And very soon, I will be the issue with you and with me! God is waiting!
By Dr. Moses Fagbemi

Mr Grass and Mrs Flower