But this is not the reason I am writing this post. I want to pay honor to the memory of my mother, Sally C. Driessen. I could say many things about her, but the most important thing I guess I would say is that I'm so thankful I had a mother who stayed at home. It was wonderful to have her there to greet us when we walked in the door from school. On the rare occasions that she couldn't be there...well, we always found a note on the kitchen table telling us where she was and approximately when she'd be back home. It was a comfort to me, even as a teenager, to know my mom was there.
"She looketh well to the ways of her household..." Proverbs 31: 27
Beloved, Mother, we bid thee not "Farewell,"
but only for a little while "Good night."
Thou shalt rise soon,
at the first dawn of the Resurrection day of the redeemed.
It is we who linger in the darkness;
thou art in God's own light.
Our night too shall soon be past,
and with it all our weeping.
Then, with thine,
our song shall greet the morning of a day that knows no night.
Then, at His voice,
thou shalt spring from thy couch of earth,
fashioned like unto His glorious body.
Until then, beloved, sleep.
We praise God for thee
and expect to praise God with thee.
Amen!
Credits: This is the eulogy (somewhat modified) given at the end of the Sheffey movie, during his graveside funeral. This is a portion of the eulogy given by Archibald G. Brown at the graveside service of C.H. Spurgeon.