Showing posts with label Mother's Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother's Love. Show all posts

Sunday, January 28, 2018

~REMEMBERING MY BEAUTIFUL, BLESSED MOTHER~

My days and nights are running together since the passing of my beautiful Mom last Christmas Eve.  The last several weeks have been difficult.
I am sad.  I feel lonely.  The tears won't stop flowing and I can't help but wonder if the pain in my chest will ever end.

~*~

The following obituary was written by my sister, Jennifer, and appeared in the Sunday Oklahoman, January 28, 2018.

He will gather, He will gather
The gems for His kingdom,
All the pure ones, all the bright ones,
His loved and His own.
Like the stars of the morning,
His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty,
Bright gems for His crown.

–William Cushing, 1856

Barbara Helen Martin Elliott was born October 1, 1934 in Carbondale Illinois, and died on Christmas Eve 2017, in Edmond, Oklahoma. She was the eldest daughter of Phillip Webster Martin and Bertie Bain Martin.

Barbara lived in Carbondale until the age of 12. She loved school and was an outstanding student. At the age of 5, she accepted Jesus into her heart and began her lifelong journey as a Christian. She was her grandfather’s favorite and he was instrumental in her salvation. Later, Barbara was instrumental in the salvation of her entire family.

In 1946, the family moved to Southern California. In 1952, Barbara graduated from Excelsior High School. She was a member of Art Club and National Honor Society.

Following high school, she worked as a secretary. She loved dating, fashion and church. In October 1955, she met a sailor, William Elliott, at the Bellflower Church of the Nazarene. They married six weeks later. Of this union was born four children who gave her 10 grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. All were her crown and glory.

Despite her small, fixed income, she never forgot anyone’s birthday and shopped sales all year so she could give everyone a Christmas present. She supported numerous charities.

Barbara was a working mother. She worked for the La Puente School District, CA; International Students, Inc., CO and Washington County, OK. Her biggest job, however, was as a Nazarene preacher’s wife. She was devoted to her calling. She served with her husband through pastorates in Galveston, Kermit and Gilmer TX; Ozark, AR; Caney, KS and Bartlesville. The rural church scene was a mission field marked by low wages and poverty. She shined through the sacrifices. She hosted showers, potlucks, sang and played piano. She loved supporting Nazarene missionaries. To encourage people to read missionary books, she created a poster featuring paper crowns. Everyone who signed up to read books got a crown. When you finished a book, she added a little plastic jewel to your crown. Our dear mother has now received the imperishable crowns that heaven bestows.

Barbara was a talented artist. She quilted, crocheted, painted, sewed and knitted. She was the world’s best Girl Scout leader. She was a prayer warrior who spent hours in prayer every day for her family. When she saw War Room, she cheered in ovation at the end. She was an amazing Sunday School teacher who taught the Gospel to children with the Wordless Book. This is her greatest legacy: A devout follower of Jesus Christ. If you are reading this, she would want you to know she loved you, because she loved everyone.

Barbara was 83, but she died unexpectedly, at home. She died doing what she loved: Keeping busy and anticipating celebrating our Lord’s birth with her children and grandchildren. All who loved her are devastated by the loss, but rejoice that she joined Jesus on his birthday. She will remain with him throughout eternity.

Throughout her life, Barbara spoke of the babies she lost in miscarriage. The moment she died she held them in her arms for the first time. This makes her happier than words can possibly say.
The family thanks Oklahoma Heart Hospital and Dr. John M. Williams for 14 years of care. Thank you for all the times you saved her.

Mom is survived by her children, Faith Bybee, Dickson, TN; Rebecca Nelson, and husband Steven, Edmond; William Elliott, and wife Ginger, West Covina, CA; Jennifer McCollum and husband Robert, OKC. Grandkids, Jayson Bybee, April Tummins, Cathrine Holloway, TN; Brandon Nelson, AL; Adrienne Weigel, Edmond; Bethany Lyons, Brittany Diamond, SD; Juliette James (Nanny’s “Angel”), Sullivan and Bridgette McCollum, OKC; seven great-grandchildren; dog Missy, and sisters Phyllis and Cherryle. She was preceded in death by her parents; son-in-law Greg Bybee, and husband, William Elliott.

Rest in peace dear Momma, Grandma, Nanny.

Wait for us. We will be with you soon.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

~JUST THANK YOU!~

Dear Friends...
(My thoughts from Facebook)

The past couple of weeks have been beyond difficult for me as I breathed in deep and restarted my life without the physical presence of my precious Mom. Thank you all for your kind words and the grace and love you've extended to my family during this sorrow-filled time in our lives. The cards, notes, food, flowers (and even the FB comments) have meant so much to me. I don't know how I will go on...but I know I will

It's what my Mom would have wanted.

Yesterday I looked for simple response/thank you cards that would be appropriate to send out to those who blessed us with their presence at her service and sent flowers and cards. I couldn't find ANY. So frustrating. Those I found were cheap and way too generic for me. I wanted something lovely for my Momma...something I believe she would have given out herself. So, last night I worked on several designs and came up with this soft pink heart and the sentiment included at the bottom (from Lauren Eden) somehow made me smile.

Gosh...life is hard! Isn't it? I'm so grateful I'm not walking through this life alone. I'd never make it. My loving, faithful Savior is by my side.

I hope to be back doing what I love before too long.  My two booths here in Oklahoma (Edmond and Moore) are bare to the bone and even though I would love to stay in my bed with the covers over my head, I can't.  We depend on my income so I must TRY and get back to work.

  I will MISS my Momma sharing EVERY POST I made. She was always so proud of my work. She taught me all I know...she was my champion...my advantage.

Love to you all...

Rebecca
 PS:  The cards aren't for sale.  I just wanted to share them with you...<3 span="">

Sunday, May 10, 2009

~A MOTHER'S BLESSING~ LOVE TO MY SON

DEDICATION DAY, APRIL 1982

From as far back as I can remember I wanted to be a Momma. It is hard for me to believe that this year I celebrated my 27th Mother's Day...seems like it was just yesterday that I held my children in my arms or was a crazy-busy Mom of toddlers. The years flew by and when I wasn't looking my tiny children grew up...

The photograph above was taken in Irving, Texas on the Sunday my hubbs and I had our son, Brandon Kent, Dedicated. I know the picture is grainy and poor...but I'm thankful to have it. The original photo was lost many years ago and only a damaged negative survived. I was thrilled when I discovered it last year and was grateful a print could be made of one of the most special days in my life.

I actually remember that April day very well. The morning was bright and sunny and my Mr. AGPMan and I were excited to have his parents join us for the beautiful, sacred ceremony we had planned for our first born. As our Pastor lifted our son up to heaven he prayed a simple but meaningful prayer for God to guide his every step. He asked God to anoint his life, keep him healthy and strong and to ultimately bring him to a place of total dependency on Him. He also prayed for my hubbs and I that we would walk a Godly life and teach Brandon to do the same.

Our son indeed grew up and has a very blessed life. As a child he was a feisty, curious, extremely intelligent little boy and one I easily fell in love with from the second I laid my eyes on his chubby cheeks and soft brown hair. I prayed for over 3 years for a child to call my own and I've always been grateful to God for sending me such an amazing son.

BRANDON, AGE 4

I heard it said once that God allows the sometimes tough "breaking away teenage years" of child's life to take place because without them parents would never be able to allow their children to leave the safety of their nests. I believe this to be true... for our Brandon was our child who couldn't wait to spread his wings and soar. With a free spirit and a calling designed by a loving God, he did just that. When others said "he couldn't"...Brandon always knew "he could". I'm quite sure I'll be long in the ground before he truly understands how very much I have loved him.

Not long after Brandon's birth I penned the following poem in his honor of the very child who gave my life breath. I'm blessed to share it with you...

DANCING WITH BRANDON 2006

"CHILDLIKE FAITH"

I felt you stir within my body
And I knew the hour had come
I was frightened by this confrontation
And prayed to find comfort in my Master

The pain increased to an unbearable pitch
And in my heart I knew
A miracle was needed

Secretly I knew you were my son
Forever being my first born
And I, your mother

I remember how I'd prayed for you
How from the beginning
You were not mine
But, His

I felt my flesh tear from my soul
As we tried to save you
My mouth was parched
My body was weary

My faith was failing
It was then I knew
He was helping me to
Safely deliver my cargo

With newfound strength I held you
Knowing you'd been taken
From my body unwillingly

Now you are safe within my arms
You can find refuge there
Forever

Rebecca Nelson/1982

I will always remember your tiny hand held tightly in mine, Brandon Kent. Thank you for all the years of sharing your sweet, tender spirit with me and for the gift of your life. It is my prayer for you that you will always remember to allow God to go before all you do and say...I trust every single day for Him to guide your every thought and every step. He has such big plans for you...

Blessings to you as you rejoice in the gifts He has given...and in anticipation for those you have yet to receive...Rebecca

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