Honor Thy Mother

 

Honor Thy Mother

     A quick note this Sunday morning before our small church gathering.  Marsha Jan Helgerson, born in January of 1948. Died in 1986.  She led a tormented life full of ups and downs.  Inner peace she sought after and finally attained meeting Jesus before her exodus out of this existence.  Why this morning?  Why in remembrance?

     When waves hit and roll into shore, the pounding of the surf beckons attention.  The ‘stop, pause, prompt’ as an industrial standard is motioned as the writer quills the pen.

     She was a passionate person as I remember, full of zest and sometimes fire.  Playful in spirit with a quick laugh when company afforded.  A stern look of concentration when fixed upon a problem.  She encompassed the spectrum of emotion and often suffered the spin of the machine.  She was Marsha Jan Helgeson turned into Marsha Jan Cvrk finally becoming Marsha Jan Pritchard.   Leaving behind four children unattained to cohesion, never-the-less owing our life breath to her.

     Was she perfect, no.  I do not raise her upon the stage demanding her memory to enact what I conjure in golden overlay.  She was Marsha, our mom.  She felt the pain of her decisions and also the ecstatic oblation of children birthed beneath her then dedicated to the God she served.  She cried and laughed about her little ones.  She taught us.  Her spirit impressed upon us the consideration of God eternal, our hope of forever reconciliation.

     To Marsha Jan, I give honor today.  For indeed she was important.  Thank you Mom.

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