My mother’s desk is just a piece of furniture… beautiful selections
of oak carved and curved into function. But to me, it represents all she was…
when I close my eyes I can still picture her there, sitting in that old gray
office chair, talking on the phone to the left and doodling as she went.
It was from this desk that she served God, studied His word,
loved and honored her husband, educated her children, was a friend and support
to those needing encouragement, organized our home, planned Sunday school
lessons, home schooling group activities, wrote a kind individual reward for
each one of her forty 4-Hers and created cherished family memories like poems
of her grandparents; this was her command station…this was her place.
and now... I sit here and receive the blessings that come
with doing the same. How I wish she was here to sit with me…but I am grateful
for the time we had and value her legacy as I teach it to her grandchildren…from
her desk.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her
Proverbs 31:28
*a special thanks to my father who gifted me with this treasured heirloom.