“She opens her mouth with
wisdom, and the teaching of
kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to
the ways of her household and does not eat
the bread of idleness. Her children rise up
and call her blessed; her husband also, and
he praises her: “Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord
is to be praised.”
The month of May not only brings
May Flowers, but it also brings the Mother’s Day holiday (originated by the
way, here in West Virginia), but also the 85th birthday of my
mother, Patsy Ruth Stidham Adkins. This
year, for the first time, we will be recognizing those two special days in the
Alzheimer’s Unit of the Huntington Health and Rehabilitation Center. As happens
with many other milestones in life, since December 22nd of last
year, things will never again be the same in our family.
My mother was a wonderful example
of a Christian woman and the ultimate minister’s wife. All the characteristics of the “virtuous
woman” of Proverbs 31 were present in her life, but these few verses pretty
well sum up the impact she made in this life.
I could write volumes on the
things of eternal value I have learned from my mother, but let me just use the
words of “King Lemuel” to say it succinctly and powerfully.
Mom doesn’t know that Mother’s
Day is coming up soon. She doesn’t know
her birthday follows shortly afterward.
Furthermore, although she can name the names of her three sons, she
rarely recognizes us, and cannot comprehend who we are when we tell her. She
does, however, think she is in church most of the time. She travels about the 4th floor
greeting nurses, aides, and fellow patients with a handshake, or a kiss on the
cheek, and a hearty “God bless you!”
Several years ago, shortly after
being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, Mom went through the natural
stages. First she was in denial. Eventually she fell into depression and
worried about what the eventual outcome would be. With tears in her eyes she told us, “I’m afraid I won’t know who
my family members are.” My brother,
Bruce, told her, “Maybe so, Mom, but we’ll know who YOU are and we’ll still
love you like we always have.”
She’s now at that place in life that she had feared. And so are we.
Much has changed since she cared for us as little ones, but this fact remains. “Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.’”
We love you Mom.