My Mother Dixie was a good woman, faithful to God and family her whole life. Her parents, Ada and Henry were loving and supportive, providing a strong foundation and a good home. They taught her to be strong in the face of life’s difficulties and gave mom and her three sons a stable home where they were always welcome. Grandma Ada took mother to church every Sunday in our home town, Marshall, MO. They also attended the Wednesday evening prayer services at our small church at the corner of Olsen and Gordon Streets. Faith and family were the central focus of their lives, and they passed that on to their children, as well.
My mother taught me to pray every day. She showed me how prayer is heard and answered by a kind and loving God. When I was only eight years old, she asked me to ride my bike to the store for milk and bread. On the way home I was knocked off my bike by a hit-and-run driver. When I got home, mother met me at the door and I told her what had happened. I remember her words, “I knew you would be okay because I prayed that God would go with you and keep you safe.” I’ve never forgotten that lesson: God loves us and protects us, and He always answers our prayers. Now, I pray continually throughout the day and night because of the faith that my mother taught me as a child.
My mother has now gone to her reward in heaven. She is there with Grandma Ada and Grandpa Henry. I think of them often, and I am sure they are watching over me every day. They are with God and Jesus now, and I believe they will be the first to greet me when I get to heaven. What a glorious day that will be - a day of rejoicing!
“Great Is Thy Faithfulness, O God My Father.” As a hospice volunteer chaplain, I had the privilege and honor of meeting with a lovely lady c...
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