Dad has now moved to a care facility and looking through the house brought a rush of all kinds of emotions. My mother's touch is EVERYWHERE. God was her life. It is reflected on the walls, in the assorted knick knacks, and even in her recipe box. As someone was rummaging through her recipe box, they found a card that said: "from the Recipe File of Eunice J. Oswald". On the card in my mother's handwriting were these words:

"Dear Children: I can no longer grasp your tiny hand and lead you across a street, nor tuck you in at night against the chill, nor kiss your precious flawless baby face. But, I can pray. I can no longer take you to the House of God, nor read to you from His precious Holy Word, nor tell you what is right, and what is wrong. But, I can pray. For you are grown and from my constant care are gone. To choose your way and live your life and be what you will in your own way, but I still pray."

I must admit that brought tears to my eyes as I reflected back on my dear praying mother. When mother died we asked dad if he wanted to say anything about mother that would be read at the funeral service. Dad is a man of few words and all he said was, "She was a praying woman." INDEED, she was. And I am convinced that those prayers have followed all of her children down through the years of our lives and still impact us even now.

To have a godly praying mother is one of the greatest things in all the world! THANK YOU LORD!

Proverbs 31:28–30 (NKJV)
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many daughters have done well, But you excel them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.