A Prayer for Mothering Sunday


Dear Readers of Country Squire Magazine, I wish You well. As I write from the rectory I see lambs to one side attempting to escape their field by climbing on a wall and cows the other chomping away on grass which seems at its lushest at this time of year.

God Bless You All.

Today we should remember our mothers. We all have or had one. For those who have passed from the earth I pray. For those still with us, I suggest You call them or visit them and tell them thank you; that You love them dearly. I often meet people who regret not telling their mothers that they love them. And then it is too late.

This week to come should be another interesting week in SW1. Let us hope that somehow Mrs May finds a way to not upset a great chunk of the British population. That we emerge from the Brexit crisis with wishes fulfilled and peace restored. Brexit is now poisoning too many conversations and it is a good idea to avoid talking about it in family settings.

Please be well this week. Enjoy this bout of fabulous springtime weather. And remember the clocks went forward today in these isles.

God Bless.

“A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants. She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.” ~ Proverbs 31:10-30