Remembering my mother, Cora Sue Wishard On Mother's Day 2015

Heavenly Sunlight Flooding My Soul With Glory Divine

Most Sunday mornings as I was growing up mother was making breakfast of fried eggs, fried bacon with biscuits and gravy.  If we had ham we sometimes had what she called "red gravy".   If there were no biscuits there would be toast and jelly to go with the eggs and bacon.  Sometimes there was a change and we had scrambled eggs and sausage.  She would be standing the whole time as I remember it.  While cooking, washing the dishes and cleaning up she was humming a song called, "Heavenly Sunlight."

After breakfast she would read her worn out Bible.  It was crinkled up the last ten years of her life because she left it out on the porch where she was reading and it got rained on.   I cannot remember a day when she didn't read her Bible.  She wrote a short note every day of her life of what happened and often included the weather and how many eggs she gathered.  It seemed that the reading and writing "settled her nerves" which got upset at times because things didn't always go the way she thought they should.  When frustrated she would read the Bible or go to doing chores, singing "Heavenly Sunlight".

Mother had an attraction to spiritual things from her teen years on up.  She admitted in her book, "Gram's Diary" that at times as a teen she went to church for the reason of seeing other youth but still she was drawn to being around "Sunday School" and "Preaching" as she called church at times.  She truly enjoyed the friendship and hospitality with church activities.

On mother's day I think of her example in my life as one who finds good ways to cope with frustrations.  She cooperated with her husband for way over sixty years.  She submitted to the transfer from her beloved farm home to the nursing home with peaceful resignation.  "I will not have trouble with my children!"  I don't remember her singing that hymn, "Heavenly Sunlight" anytime after she left her farm home, but I am sure heaven was her focus.  I was blessed to be with her on that Christmas night in 2003 when she took her last breath and her heavenly Friend, Jesus came to get her.  It was quiet and peaceful and we all celebrated with her victory.  Now the faith and the song were her reality and our hope for a later reunion.  Heavenly Sonlight.

Thinking of mom on Mother's Day, 2015.

Larry Wishard

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