Grown Up Conversations – Day THREE – Let’s keep it Real

Today topic is, ‘Don’t wait until it’s Too Late’

I heard a story once about a son who purchased three dozen red roses for his mother. He rushed home, hugged his mom and with a great sense of pride presented the three dozen red roses to his Mom. Confused by the mother’s lack of enthusiasm he quietly asked, ‘Do you know how expensive those red roses are? Why do you look so unimpressed?’ The mother quickly responded, “You should send them to my office so everyone will stop what they are doing to see who got roses.” The son blushed and walked away to comply with his mother’s wishes. The next day the red roses were delivered to his mother’s office. His phone rang and on the other end was his mother’s ecstatic voice as she jumped up and down with excitement.

Moral of the story – everyone was created with a need in their life to be acknowledged. The roses were the same as the day before. The receiver and the giver were the same. The delivery address was the only difference, but it filled a wish that the mother had. The true relationship goal was to honor Mama because Mama may be healing from things, she has never spoken about.

The Year 2020 has given each of us a chance to change for the better. Twenty years from now will you be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t say or do than by the ones you did.

An old favourite of mines is Shirley Caesar’s  – ‘No Charge’

“My sister’s little boy came in the kitchen one evening

While she was fixing supper

And he handed her a piece paper he had been writing on

And after wiping her hands on an apron

She took it in her hands and read it

And this is what it said:

For mowing the yard five dollars

And for making up my own bed this week one dollar

For going to the store fifty cents

And playing with little brother while you went shopping twenty five cents

Taking out the trash one dollar

And for getting a good report card five dollars

And for raking the yard two dollars

Total owed one fourteen seventy five

Well she looked at him standing there and expecting

And a thousand memories flashed through her mind

So she picked up pen and turned the paper over and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you holding you inside me $ no charge

For the nights I sat up with doctored you and prayed for you $ no charge

For the time and tears and the costs through the years

There is no charge

When you add it all up the full cost of my love is $ no charge

For the nights filled with grey

And the worries ahead

For the advice and the knowledge

And the costs of your college

There is no charge

For the toys, school, and clothes

And for wiping your nose

There’s no charge son

When you add it all the full cost of my love is no charge

Well you know when I think about that

I think about the day that Jesus went out to Calvary and gave his life as a ransom for me

When I think on the words “if any man be in Christ he’s a new creature”

I like to think about the very minute that he shed his blood

My debt was paid in full

And I want you to know today

When you add it all up

The full cost of real love is no charge.”

Thought for today: “A mother is always a mother. She never stops worrying about her children, even when they are all grown up and have children of their own.” The FULL cost of LOVE is NO charge.

Prayer Time: Lord, please reward Mama  for all she has done for You and her family. May she be kept safe in your arms and grant her her deepest heart’s desire. May each new day bring her plenty laughter and no more sad tears. Thank You for loving mothers. In Jesus’s Name, Amen.

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