Having lived in Springfield, Missouri for several decades now, Mom is originally from the great state of Kansas. She grew up in a minister’s home. Rev. William and June Lambertson raised two daughters, my mother being the oldest. When they were not pastoring a local church, they were criss-crossing the state as musical evangelists. Every member of the family played at least one instrument and participated in the ministry.
My parents met at the old Central Bible Institute in Springfield (later to become Central Bible College where Sheri and I met), and the rest is family history. While the ministry took them to brief assignments in Arkansas, California, and Tennessee, Springfield became home.
Among her many gifts, my mom excelled in making our house a home. Being human, I’m sure she had bad days like everyone else, but somehow she never let it show. I honestly cannot remember my mother being grumpy, cross, or short-tempered. I do remember her seemingly constant smile. Like a ray of sunshine she brightened our home and my childhood years.
In a few days I will be flying to Springfield to spend a few days with my parents. As always, Mom will have her hot-out-of-the-oven signature chocolate cake sitting on the kitchen counter. We will hit some of our favorite places in my old hometown. There will be a lot of conversation and laughter. Most of all, we will just enjoy spending time together.
In Proverbs 6:20-22 Solomon gave this timeless rule for living,“My son, keep your father’s command and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. Bind them always on your heart; fasten them around your neck. When you walk, they will guide you; when you sleep, they will watch over you; when you awake, they will speak to you.” I have found that to be true. After all these years I can still hear the practical instructions and godly training given to me by my mother. Like goodness and mercy, they have followed me all the days of my life.
So thank you, Mom! Thank you for the gift of life. Thank you for all the love and laughter. Thank you for the many years of selfless, sacrificial giving. Thank you for the countless things that only a mother can do. And one more thing…thanks for the chocolate cake! I’ll be home soon.
Pastor Todd Weston