C H O F Ministry

Tag: Mother

  • “Tell Someone You Love – You Love Them”

    Momma recovery.png

    Praise the Lord Beloved.
    Happy Monday to you.

    This past weekend was one that saw horror, fear and some confusion as my family experienced a crisis we never saw coming. While visiting my brother and other family and friends in Austin, Texas, while preparing for a trip our beloved mother Elnoria Butler was found by a granddaughter unconscious and immediately rushed to an Austin, Texas area hospital for immediate surgery.

    Thanks to God first, a quick-thinking brother and sister-in-law our mother is
    as of this blog post recovering with loving family members by her side.

    Beloved, everyone’s life crashes into a serious illness sooner or later. Maybe it happens to you, maybe your spouse, or maybe someone else close to you, but no one is immune. Fear and uncertainty arrive at the moment of diagnosis, weighing down patients that are alert or for family members with an overwhelming question: What do I (we) do next?

    But, when the crisis comes it’s important that everyone come peacefully together to answer the question: What do I (we) do next?

    Now, it’s normal to feel overwhelmed or frightened, or anxious when we’re told about a loved one’s illness. But you know beloved, many families are shredded apart when a crisis is centered.

    Some for personal gain, some for manipulation, and some for the purpose of true agape (love).
    But love and peace becomes futile when there’s massive unrest is in a family.

    I thank God for His Productive Words of healing in a time of a crisis.

    Ephesians 2:14-22  ESV)
    14 For he himself is our peace, who has made us both one and has broken down in his flesh the dividing wall of hostility 15 by abolishing the law of commandments expressed in ordinances, that he might create in himself one new man in place of the two, so making peace, 16 and might reconcile us both to God in one body through the cross, thereby killing the hostility. 17 And he came and preached peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. 18 For through him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father. 19 So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, 20 built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, 21 in whom the whole structure, being joined together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord. 22 In him you also are being built together into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit.

    Beloved, today reach out to someone you love and tell them you love them,
    because telling them later- JUST MIGHT BE TOO LATE.

    Please keep my mother and my family in your prayers as we go through this crisis.

    I love you all!!!
    Have a blessed Monday Everyone. 😀

  • “My Foundation My Rock My Mother”

    Me and my mommaProverbs 22:6- (MSG)
    6 Point your kids in the right direction—
        when they’re old they won’t be lost.

    I love my Momma just because.
    Just because she means so much to me.

    I love you Momma because of everything you’ve done for me, the opportunities you’ve passed on to me, the uncountable mood swings you’ve suffered from me. You gave up your life so that I may have life.

    I thank God for blessing me with such a tremendous mother. My love for you Momma supersedes birthdays, Mother Days or any Holiday. Flowers, cards, money or even taking you out to eat isn’t integrity enough to inflate my point to how much you mean to me.
    None of those things will ever be able to exactly explain how much I love you. All of those things are so common. That’s because you’re my Momma 24 hours 7 days a week.

    So today (not being any special day)
    I am letting the world know what an awesome
    Mother I have and why I respect and love you.

    (A.) You’ve given up everything for me and still want to give me more.
    I thank God for each Sunday I am able to hear your voice.
    During our Sunday morning conversations you captivate me with your encouraging words, your laughter and your words of wisdom.

    Many don’t know how much you’ve given up for me: your wants, desires and needs just to see a smile on my face.

    You’ve given up your ambitions, dreams
    and future plans just to give me a shot at them.
    You’ve given me everything I didn’t just need, but anything I could ever want.

    (B.) You’ve cared enough for me to get angry at me, but you have always forgiven me.
    Today, I realize you hated being the bad guy.
    I know you took on that role because it keeps the play going.

    When the demons of worldly addictions held me captive, Momma you met the public head on with pride and dignity. When everyone counted me out and gave up on me, when the dust had settled from the feet of everyone fleeing, you were the only one standing there with a smile on your face and encouraging words saying:
    “Wilburn Jr. Momma is here with you and
    with God, all things are possible for those that love the Lord. So this too shall pass.”

    There are many that have hated you, talked about you and ridiculed you, but you have stayed the course with your head up, humble heart your eyes on God and willing to help anyone (friend or foe) when asked.
    That’s the kind of inspiration that has made an impact on my life and has kept me moving forward.

    (C.) You have supported my every move (as long as it was morally correct) no matter how bold it was. I could have my head-in-the-clouds, be obsessive and spontaneous, but you knew how to keep me grounded without crushing my dreams. You knew what’s possible and what’s going to hurt me yet you still managed to assuage my whimsical ambitions.

    You supported me no matter what, even if that meant standing by while I make a mistake.

    (D.) You characteristically believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.
    You had more faith in my failures than I had in myself. You watched me tear myself apart, sabotage every opportunity and still thought of me as a success.

    You picked me up from every hole I put myself in and dusted me off without looking at the mess I’d made.

    (E.) You were there when all my other relationships had fallen apart.
    Momma you’re my rock with a comfortable blanket on top. You’ve always been there for me, standing strong, yet providing comfort and wisdom. Even through my insurrections you were always there to defend me.

    You didn’t hold my bad attitudes against me
    or take yours out on me — you just understood.

    (F.) You’ve been a true friend. Through all the uncountable relationships I thought would be the one, you’ve stood silently in the background, ready to accept me again with open arms.

    Through every bad friendship, bad breakup,  and worse enemy, you’ve been there. You’re the one friend I can count on, even when at times I’ve treated you like the enemy.

    (G.) You let me be my most vulnerable self.
    After hours, days and weeks of putting on a brave face, you let me take it off. There’s no show with you, no performance, no acting.

    You don’t just let me be my true self, you expect me to be my true self. You’re like a needed breath of fresh air after swimming for hours in fecal matter.

    (H.) You’re the only person who genuinely wants me to talk about myself all the time.

    Momma you’re the most selfless person in the world dealing with the most selfish. You don’t just let me vent; you center every conversation on me.
    Your days are centered on how my days are, and your worries are weighed on mine.
    When I’m in town and we go out to eat you don’t talk about yourself you want to hear about my life.

    You’re the only person who doesn’t just listen to me all the time, but wants to make it about me all the time.

    (I.) You try to see where I’m coming from, even when you disagree with me.
    You’re the only person who takes it from both sides, hoping the other side wins. You may not agree with everything I do, but you try your best to understand why I do them.

    You aren’t judgmental; you’re careful.
    You aren’t biased; you’re wise.
    You aren’t out to get me; you’re out to help me.

    (J.) Momma you’re my foundation my rock.
    That’s why I love you just because.

    Love your oldest son,
    Bishop, Dr. W. F. Houston, Jr. (Th. D.)

    I love my momma