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“Be careful how you think; your life is shaped by your thoughts.” (Proverbs 4:23)
“The tender words we spoke to one another are stored in the secret heart of heaven and one day, like rain, they will fall and spread and our mystery will grow green all over the earth.” – Rumi
A few quotes to celebrate all of the amazing women in my life who have inspired me as mothers.
“A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.” – Peter De Vries
“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.” – Abraham Lincoln
“Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.” – Pearl S. Buck
“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.” – Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895
“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” – Washington Irving
“If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation.”- Jiddu Krishnamurti
The quote above fit nicely with the image I selected for tonight’s post. Butterflies, depending on what you read, and who you speak to, symbolize new life, or transformation. My family and I have always believed this and have found that butterflies have a way of appearing when someone has passed away, or on special occasions. If I remember correctly, my maternal grandmother started the tradition, if you will, of believing butterflies were symbolic. When my father passed away, a butterfly or two flew around us at the burial site. I don’t think it was chance that butterflies appeared on that April day when my father was being buried. He believed butterflies did indeed represent new life and felt they were symbolic of the Christian faith and new life found in Christ. I think, as crazy as it may sound, that he sent those butterflies to us so that we would know he was at peace, living a new life, and that we too, should move forward, and celebrate him, not mourn him.
Needless to say, I am fascinated with butterflies and never see one without thinking of my father and/or grandmother.