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The Love Chapter For Mothers

I’m in the process of doing something that I’ve been planning for 15 years now. Years ago, I heard Elizabeth George speak and she encouraged younger women to not only make future goals, but to take steps to wisely prepare for their future. One way that she recommended was to make “fat files” which were basically articles ripped out of magazines or printed out and stored by category on topics you wanted to learn more about. As time passed, you’d have “fat files” full of great resources, favorite quotes, articles, and a wealth of knowledge at your fingertips. (Today we have Pinterest–the same idea, only digital.)


Over the years, I’ve collected articles on raising children, hospitality, discipleship, marriage– anything really about godly womanhood and living. Now that my oldest daughter is getting married, I’m trying to organize and assimilate all of this information for a future generation.

All that to say…

I’ve been working on another website for nearly 2 years in anticipation of this moment. It’s a project that has been a labor of love for my daughters especially, but for all younger women as well. I’ve had limitations on my time and have been stretched by having to learn some techy things that I knew nothing about, so it has been an uphill battle. I’m still not there, but I’m close and can’t wait to share it with you. Would you pray about this with me? That God would allow me to finish this project in His time and His way and that it would be an encouragement to the next generation of women? I’d be honored if you would.

In looking through my material, I came across this lovely poem and wanted to share it with you. Hence, this post. 😉

The Love Chapter For Mothers

If I talk to my children about what is right and what is wrong, but have not love, I am like a ringing doorbell or pots banging in the kitchen.

And though I know what stages my children will go through and understand their growing pains, and can answer all their questions about life and believe myself to be a devoted mother, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give up the fulfillment of a career to make my children’s lives better and stay up all night sewing costumes or baking cookies on short notice, but grumble about lack of sleep, I have not love and accomplish nothing.

A loving mother is patient with her children’s immaturity and kind even when they are not; a loving mother is not jealous of their youth, nor does she hold it over their heads whenever she has sacrificed for them.

A loving mother believes in her children; she hopes in each one’s individual ability to stand out as a light in a dark world; she endures every heartache and backache to accomplish that.

A loving mother never really dies. As for home-baked bread, it will be consumed and forgotten; as for spotless floors, they will soon gather dust and heel marks. As for children, right now toys, friends, and food are all-important to them. But when they grow up, it will be their mother’s love that they will remember and pass on to others. In that way, she will live on.

So care, training, and a loving mother reside in a home, these three; but the greatest of these is a loving mother.

-by Dianne Lorang