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                            My Much-Loved Family 

                 

When I first left home, I found myself nearly 3,000 miles away,

and for 17  long years, I longed to be near my dear family, but couldn't afford my return.

I will forever be grateful to the Lord, for bringing me back home after all those years.

 

     

DAD & MOM (high school graduation):
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MOM & DAD on the old porch swing. (Late 70's.)
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CHUCK, ME & CHRIS (Late 50's)
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-----------Two of my precious brothers and me, Karen-----------OH, what fond memories!

SHELLEY, DAVID, & (me) 1970:
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My little sister, and youngest brother

I love my little sister & brother like my own children

because I was much older than they, & often took care of them.

We had a  total of five children....  

Last picture of MY WHOLE FAMILY before losing three

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(Coincidence: we're shaped like a heart.) Late 70's.

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"How does your garden grow?"

gramma's flower garden

"With silver bells, and cockle shells, and pretty maids in a row."

DAD & MOM (late-90's or so), after a potluck
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MARRIED 57 YRS, before Mom's passing...

 

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Mom Sweet Mom
Dearest Mom
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“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”

~Abraham Lincoln

 

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I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise."

Luke 23:43

 

 

“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas;

they live in one another still.”

~William Penn (1644–1718)

English founder of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania

 

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The following story is a tribute to my much-loved, precious mother, Dorothy Kleffman.

(The story reminds me of a song Mom used to sing with Dad in their ministry

called: "Are All The Children In?")

Mom was sweet, soft, and kind, and liked to laugh.

She tenderly loved the Lord with a child-like love, though had a firm faith, strong like the prophets.

She always desired to be used of the Lord, and loved generously.

Mom knew the Word  and the Lord, intimately.

She liked to point out something positive about people to them,

and always  managed to find ways to affirm them.

I never met anyone who didn't like my mom.

Always smiling, she had a heart for the lost, and was quick to reach out with encouragement and a hug.

She loved with an unconditional love, and believed it was more important to make a HOME,

and not just a house.

I have many fond memories of us singing on the old porch swing.

She taught me harmonies at a very young age.

 

When Mom learned she had cancer, she called me and I began to cry.

I said, "But Mom... I don't want you to die."

Without hesitation (or fear) she tenderly answered: "But God will always be there for you.

 Go to Jesus. He will never leave you or forsake you."

Here she was, facing death's door, and she was thinking first of others

by ministering to me .

I’ve had a hard life, but recognize what a gift I had in my mother.

Mom was my best friend, and I miss her more than words can explain.

 

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A  MOTHER’S  WALK

 

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is the way long?" she asked, and her Guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But, the end will be better than the beginning." And the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So, she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed with them in the clear streams, and the sun shone on them, and life was good. And the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

 

Then night came, and the storm came, and the path was dark and the children shook with fear and cold. The mother drew them close and covered them with her mantel and the children said, "Oh, Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come." And the mother said, "This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage."

 

And morning came and there was a hill ahead and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary, but at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So, the children climbed and when they had reached the top, they said, "We could not have done it without you, Mother." And the mother, when she lay down that night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday, I gave them courage; today, I have given them strength."

 

And the next day came with strange clouds, which darkened the earth - clouds of war, hate and evil - and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said, "Look up. Lift your eyes to the Light." And the children looked up and saw above the clouds Everlasting Glory, and it guided them and brought them beyond the darkness. And that night, the mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

And the days went on and the weeks, and the months, and the years, and the mother grew old, and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. When the way was hard, they helped their Mother, and when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last, they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide open. The mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And, now, I know that the end is better than the beginning; for my children can now walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And, they stood and watched her as she went on alone and the gates closed after her. And, they said, "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory; she is a LIVING PRESENCE."

 
By Temple Bailey, Good Housekeeping Magazine in 1933

 

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CLICK: "How Beautiful Heaven Must Be!" Mom & Dad used to do this song in their ministry. (Dad also bravely played this to her as she lay dying.)

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OUR CHILDHOOD HOME:

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HOME SWEET HOME, in Days Gone Past

One of mom’s favorite poems:

 

Are All the Children In?
~Florence Jones Hadley

I think of times as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where the children played at will.

And when the deep night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look all around and ask,
"Are all the children in?"

'Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes childish feet
And the yard is still, so still.

But I see it all as the shadows creep,
And tho' many the years have been
Since then, I can hear my mother ask,
"Are all the children in?"

I wonder if, when those shadows fall
On the last short earthly day
When we say good-bye to the world outside,
All tired of our childish play,

When we meet the Lover of boys and girls
Who died to save them from sin,
Will we hear Him ask as Mother did,
"Are all the children in?"

 

NEVER let a moment go by,

without telling your loved ones

that you love them.

And never part angry.

Life is too short.

You never know when today

will be your last time with them.

                 ~Song

 

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