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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

{A Quote to Inpsire You} Charles Spurgeon

Photo Credit:  Found on Pinterest

I thought this quote went along nicely with the book review I posted last week on What a Difference a Mom Makes by Dr. Kevin Leman.  As moms, we have such great influence over our children, and moms especially have great influence over their sons . . . a blessing and a privilege, indeed!

Hope you all are having a great week!  Sweet blessings, my friends!  ~Michelle  : )  


  1.'ve got my mom's heart this week:) Love what you've been posting, and I'm so looking up that book today as I'll just happen to be by our Christian bookstore, and if I just happen to pick up a few other books along the way...:)Have I mentioned I love books???

    Have a great Wednesday, Michelle!

    1. Aw, thanks Susan! I'm glad you like it. : )

      Hope you have fun at the book store -- that happens to be one of my favorite places, as well. ;-)

  2. Love this quote and the truth behind it! My boys are two and a half, but I already see the wonderful relationship developing between us. I took them shopping yesterday and (though they're two and crazy) they are such gentlemen already, saying please and thank you and holding each others hands while walking in the parking lot. They are such a blessing.

    Happy Wednesday, Michelle!!

    1. Ah, that is so sweet Gabrielle! The world certainly needs more gentlemen, and it sounds like you have your little guys off to the perfect start. Such a blessing, indeed!

      Thanks for stopping by! It's good to see you here. : )

  3. Great quote, Michelle, and so true!

    I read a poem once that I thought you might enjoy. I even put it in my church newsletter a couple years back when I was in charge of it. I believe the author is unknown. It's kinda long so I hope you don't mind me posting it :)

    “Mother’s Elbows on My Bed”

    I was but a youth and thoughtless,
    As youths are apt to be;
    Though I had a Christian mother
    Who had taught me carefully.

    There came a time when pleasure
    Of the world came to allure,
    And I no more sought guidance
    Of her love so good and pure.

    Her tender admonitions
    Fell but lightly on my ear,
    And for the gentle warnings,
    I felt an inward sneer.

    But mother would not yield her boy
    To Satan's sinful sway,
    And though I spurned her counsel,
    She knew a better way.

    She made my room an altar,
    A place of secret prayer,
    And there she took her burden
    And left it in His care.

    And morning, noon and evening
    By that humble bedside low,
    She sought the aid of Him
    Who understands a mother's woe.

    I went my way unheeding,
    Careless of the life I led,
    Until one day I noticed
    Prints of elbows on my bed.

    I saw that she had been there,
    Praying for her wayward boy,
    Who for love of worldly pleasure
    Would her peace of mind destroy.

    Long the conflict raged within me,
    Sin against my mother's prayers,
    Sin must yield - for Mother never,
    While she daily met Him there.

    And her constant love and patience
    Were like coals upon my head,
    Together with the imprints
    Of her elbows on my bed.

    And so at last the fight was won,
    And I to Christ was led,
    And mother's prayers were answered
    By her elbows on my bed.


    1. I love the poem! Thanks so much for sharing it, Amanda!

      Prayers for our children are so very important, knowing that God loves them even more than we do, and we can trust Him to take care of them.

      Blessing to you, my friend!