In whom through all the ages Your light of glory shone,
We offer glad thanksgiving and fervent prayer we raise
That faithful in Your service, our lives may sing Your praise.
In the Sunday service one of the hymns we sang was “For All the Faithful Women.” However, we only sang the first, seventh, and last verses. So touching to see that the seventh verse is about Martha and Mary, and so were the Gospel reading and part of the sermon. My mother’s name is Mary. She was the perfect blend of busy service and quiet friendship. Dad has said so many times in the past few days that he didn’t know how many people’s lives she had touched until she had passed away. She was a faithful woman, a saint, who served in days anew, not days of old. Dad says we should repay her love by passing it on, following her example.
Later that afternoon, her pastor, John Sabatelli, arrived at my parents’ home to discuss the memorial. But we didn’t just talk about the details of the service. He wanted us to talk about my mother. He listened well: about her love of music, flowers, birds, really all of nature, photography, stained glass, travel, and most of all, her family. She was a faithful woman, a beloved woman. She was, and always will be, my mother.
May all of the generations of women (and men) in our family be just as faithful. The picture below (from my post Five Generations) was taken last October. My mother Mary is in the back on the left, Grandma Hess in the front. Mary, the oldest of my seven daughters, is holding her older son. I’m on the right holding her younger son.
Who has been a faithful woman in your life?
P.S. #1: The photos in this post were taken at New Hope Lutheran on Sunday morning, with the exception of the one of Rev. Sabetelli, taken in the afternoon at the house, and the ones of my mother and family.
P.S. #2: You can see my photo tributes to my mother’s life here: