In a HeartbeatBy Dorinda A. Blann
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
I don’t remember it, but it was the first sound I ever heard.
It was my mother’s heartbeat. Her womb was my cradle. Her heartbeat gave me a heartbeat. Her life gave me life. I heard her heartbeat every second of every day, until the day I was pushed from her womb and into the world.
Air came rushing in my lungs.
I couldn't hear her heartbeat any longer.
Then I was placed in her loving embrace.
Again, I heard her heartbeat.
As I have grown older, I have learned to love everything about her.
I love her physical heartbeat (her life).
I love her emotional heartbeat (her soul).
I love her spiritual heartbeat (her passion for Christ).
Her spiritual heartbeat (along with my father’s) pointed me to a life in Christ. I saw her model His compassion and His love every day. I heard her spiritual heartbeat through her Christ like actions. Her spiritual heartbeat is strong and always has been. Her spiritual heart beats in rhythm to the Master’s. She gave me a hunger for Christ~ in a heartbeat. I want my spiritual heartbeat to be like hers – strong, vibrant, and spirit-filled.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
Her emotional heartbeat taught me to be a kind and caring person, yet strong and disciplined. She taught me to be passionate while pursuing God given talents. She encouraged me to find my own heartbeat in life. Her emotional heartbeat is strong and always has been. Her emotional heart beats to the same cadence as the Savior’s. She gave me my first set of wings ~ in a heartbeat. I want my emotional heartbeat to be like hers – healthy, full of life and always reaching out to others.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
Her physical heartbeat gave me life, and gives her life.
The doctor’s say they cannot do any more for her.
No more medicines will make it stronger.
The pace maker is doing all it can do.
Her physical heartbeat is weak and wearing out.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
I would give her my heart, if I could,
Her spiritual heartbeat (along with my father’s) pointed me to a life in Christ. I saw her model His compassion and His love every day. I heard her spiritual heartbeat through her Christ like actions. Her spiritual heartbeat is strong and always has been. Her spiritual heart beats in rhythm to the Master’s. She gave me a hunger for Christ~ in a heartbeat. I want my spiritual heartbeat to be like hers – strong, vibrant, and spirit-filled.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
Her emotional heartbeat taught me to be a kind and caring person, yet strong and disciplined. She taught me to be passionate while pursuing God given talents. She encouraged me to find my own heartbeat in life. Her emotional heartbeat is strong and always has been. Her emotional heart beats to the same cadence as the Savior’s. She gave me my first set of wings ~ in a heartbeat. I want my emotional heartbeat to be like hers – healthy, full of life and always reaching out to others.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
Her physical heartbeat gave me life, and gives her life.
The doctor’s say they cannot do any more for her.
No more medicines will make it stronger.
The pace maker is doing all it can do.
Her physical heartbeat is weak and wearing out.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
I would give her my heart, if I could,
in a heartbeat!
This woman, my mother, is so much more than a heartbeat.
She is strength.
She is courage.
She is passion.
She is wisdom.
She is resourceful.
She is dignity.
She is godly.
She is integrity.
She is my mother.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
I hear her heartbeat
when she loves on my children.
I hear her heartbeat
when she prays to our Father in heaven.
I hear her heartbeat
when she gives to missions.
I hear her heartbeat
when she kisses my cheek and holds my hand.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
When the time comes for her physical heartbeat to stop and begin again in the heavenlies, I will still hear her heartbeat.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
Every time I love on my children,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Every time I pray to our Father in heaven,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Every time I give to missions,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Every time I kiss a cheek and hold a hand,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
I will remember it. It was the first sound I ever heard.
She is my mother.
Hear her heartbeat.
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This woman, my mother, is so much more than a heartbeat.
She is strength.
She is courage.
She is passion.
She is wisdom.
She is resourceful.
She is dignity.
She is godly.
She is integrity.
She is my mother.
Again, I hear her heartbeat.
I hear her heartbeat
when she loves on my children.
I hear her heartbeat
when she prays to our Father in heaven.
I hear her heartbeat
when she gives to missions.
I hear her heartbeat
when she kisses my cheek and holds my hand.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
When the time comes for her physical heartbeat to stop and begin again in the heavenlies, I will still hear her heartbeat.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
Every time I love on my children,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Every time I pray to our Father in heaven,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Every time I give to missions,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Every time I kiss a cheek and hold a hand,
her heartbeat will be heard.
Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom.
I will remember it. It was the first sound I ever heard.
She is my mother.
Hear her heartbeat.
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I have the most amazing mother! I am thankful for her strength, courage and fortitude. It is my prayer that you hear her heartbeat in all I say and do!
Love you Mom!
Happy Mother's Day!
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My m&ms ~ Macy and Mia ~ wore the dresses that I bought for them the day Glenda received her referral for Mia.
Last year was a Mother's Day I will never forget.
Aren't they just adorable?
3 comments:
Beautiful post, Dorinda! Just beautiful!
I think that should be in a book somewhere!
thanks mary beth.
i entered it in the cwo contest, but..... :(
that's ok. my mom liked it.
i read it in church this morning and cried. she is a treasure. i am so thankful for her Godly influence.
Happy Mothers Day!
dorinda
Dorninda,
Even now I write with tears streaming down my face. Though I have never met your mother, I am indebted to her for shaping a person like you. You are such a wonderful, loving and faithful friend- a true rock. I can definately hear your mother's heart beat through you- the beautiful heartbeat of Christ. Your mother's influence will live on forever- love is eternal.
Much love to you and your family,
Jaylyn
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