In Honor of My Mother

Where Thy Feet Have Trod

For 80 years thy feet have trod
Upon this earthly sod of God
Leaving footprints both small and grand
Leading the way to the Savior’s hand


Your footprints on this earth, dearest Mother, have been made with shoes too large to fill. Whether it was tramping behind your mother and grandmother in the gardens and flower beds or squeezing mud between your toes down by the fishing hole. Your feet have walked the Muddy Boggy and through pastures full of the smell of new mown hay. These feet have walked the land in Oklahoma, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, California, New York, New Jersey, and countless other states and cities in our country. They have been in castles in Ireland, malls in Arizona, discount stores in Atoka, Neiman-Marcus, and on the first golf courses. They have even walked where our Savior walked down into the Jordan. They carried you to church as a daughter, a wife, a mother, a grandmother and a great grandmother. They’ve been with you on your own stompin’ ground and without your shoes on Hallowed Ground. You have walked in the most fascinating locations this side of heaven.
More than anything though, these feet have shown a path for four generations to walk. You have broken trail for us all, and have been broken on the trail and allowed us to see you deal with it. Your feet have led us to fishing holes and timeless roles. You’ve walked in front of us, beside us and behind us. All the while encouraging and loving us to be more than we thought we could become. In these latter years your feet have become the conduits of pain for you. And even still you’re showing us how to not just survive it, but to prosper in it. Being honest when it hurts and yet still praising Him for His goodness to you. Mom, I’m still following. Keep leading on. “Feets don’t fail me now…”
And now those feet are firmly planted on heavenly turf. He came for you at 2, dearest mother, just as He promised…