Three Lessons

At the Memorial Service for my Mom last November, my brother had three things to share that Mom had taught him.  I would say that Mom definitely emphasized those three things to me as well, but that she also went on to emphasize three other things that I should seek out and try to work on.

1 – Finish Well in all things… whether it be a project, or job, or a tasking, finishing well to ensure that there was no question of whether or not I had really had my heart in it and honored the request of what was being asked of me.

2 – Kill them with kindness… It may sound odd, but for those instances where I would disagree with my brother, or with a friend, or just didn’t understand where someone was coming from with their viewpoint, rather than continuing to stir things up through an argument – kill them with kindness.  It’s amazing what you can do to make amends when you’re dealing with someone and rather than being critical or spiteful, just loving them unconditionally, they start to wonder if everything is okay in the way that you’re treating them, and they typically will become more open minded.

3 – Trust in Him… through the good, the bad, the ugly, the scary, the frightening, the joyous, the amazing.  Trust in Him.  Pretty simple, but yet so often we put our trust in ourselves, and we become controlling and want to control how things come out.  We see things from our vantage point and not in the perspective of God, and we don’t understand and we get frustrated.  Simply trust in Him, and He’ll present the understanding, He’ll present the course of action to follow.

So these three simple life lessons, hard to chew on at times, but Mom seemed pretty adamant about them.  Hopefully I can continue to grow in these three life lessons, though they be hard to swallow at times.


Something to hold onto…

The night of my parent’s car accident last October, I was out to dinner with a few friends in Herndon when my Mom called. It was sometime around 7:45 PM or so and they had just passed Petersburg, VA, a far ways from their destination stop for the evening, Greenville, SC. I didn’t hear or see my phone ringing as I had turned it to quiet and flipped it on it’s “stomach” so that I couldn’t see the face plate to keep from distracting me from the present company.

During that time at dinner, Mom had called and left a voice message. It was like most of Mom’s calls, one where she expressed her love, told me something random about what she was doing, and then re-expressed her love for me.

While I realize it’s a private message, it;s also the only thing that I have left with my Mother’s voice that hits me with such impact. I thought I’d share it with you all as well.

So I have this voice message to hold onto, a memory that I will cherish always.

Last Voice Message from Mom


So I spent the weekend in Boston for a neat event semi related to work, but not really. Anyway, while wandering around last night I remembered seeing some of the places I’d seen four years ago when I went up in Spring of 2005 for a training class.

Anyway, I figured that when I’d get home I’d look through some of the photos of how I remember Boston and what I saw over the weekend. While doing so I went through my “picture archive” which spans back to early 2003 when I bought my first digital camera.

The first picture is gone – I’m guessing I took a picture of the inside of the lens cap. 🙂 The second, third and fourth pictures though… all Mom. They’re all of Mom at Immanuel Bible Church, a community that she deeply loved and cared for.

So I figured I’d share them with you all.