Ironing Board Lessons #2

Mom’s life lessons on family

There in the basement, her iron in her hand, my mother was teaching on life to this man
Contentment is peaceful, no strife in your way, you simply relax and enjoy your day
Your marriage is teamwork, you trust in your spouse, and while they’re away, you’re at work keeping house
You’re in need of nothing, your wants are supplied, you trust in the Lord for all things beside
Life’s little pleasures are all around you, if you strive too much, you’ll miss out on them too
Simple is better, slower is best, contentment is cultivated while you’re at rest
Time that you spend with your family is rich, don’t miss it for nothing, don’t take the bait switch
The job and home life are balanced, you see, for raising up children the way they should be
His contribution is to work at his job, dads will provide through their labor of love
Habits of goodness, our citizenship, we knew better than to give any lip
The mother’s love labor is here in her nest, where she teaches us the things that are blest
Molding our character, making us good, even if we unwillingly would
Now fully trained, thus all became we, what was often referred to as a family

By Justin Ogden
http://www.theWordInRhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright February 1, 2016

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Ironing Board Lessons #4

Mom’s life lessons on God’s providence

To boys, a rock is just a thing, sometimes we try to make it zing
Or drop it in a water pond, or in our pocket, will abscond
Or toss it at a distant tree, it’s lots of fun for you and me
Sometimes ideas just percolate, and good or bad, they seem like fate
Let’s steal some ice cream from the fridge, let’s drop a rock from off the bridge
Let’s do the things that sound like fun, if trouble comes, then we’ll just run

Mom’s dear daughter got her way, to ride up in the front today
Beside her mom who loved her so, and often smiled and told her, though
Her brothers on her oft would turn, and her forgiveness they must earn
For treating her with such disdain, and causing her such endless pain
A mother’s work, it’s often said, wake up the kids, get washed and fed
So off to church we’re going now, perhaps things will go smoothly, POW!

No warning, lesson learned to late, no chance to stop, to extricate
That wasn’t what we meant to do, ‘twas just for fun, we thought it true
The stone we dropped from our hand here, it broke the glass by Mother’s dear
As falling things accelerate, it made the sound that we both hate
We knew then that we would get caught, our aim is better than we thought
From now on, rocks stay in the pond, of cars and bridges we’re not fond

The tiny specks of shining light, flew from the hole up on the right
And they traversed the open space, between the windshield and her face
As I considered who’s at fault, Mom brought the car to a quick halt
Expecting to hear cries and fear, she turned to see my sister dear
Then their eyes met and Mother wept, the glass from her eyes had been kept
Thankful, looking to the skies, that angels covered both her eyes

God’s present with us every day, though we don’t sense or see His way
Life changing things can happen quick, and lessons that we learn will stick
God’s not a genie that we call, but He protects His children, all
He does not keep them from all pain, but He will maximize their gain
Be with them through their sorrows deep, and in His fold will safely keep
Those who trust can safely dare, to follow their God anywhere

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright March 3, 2018

Ironing Board Lessons #3

Mom’s life lessons from the kitchen

There are two trays of cookies baking in the oven
I can see them through the glass, and I know I’m gonna love ‘em
Mom stands there grinning while she’s working at the sink
And then while I’m staring in, she asks me, “What ‘cha think?”
I ask her what she’s making, and she says it’s birthday cake
Hope I can sneak a taste, ‘cause it smells good, for heaven’s sake
The beaters spin, the bowl, it turns, ingredients pour in
Each measured to exactness, in their needed order, then
It lays upon the batter, just like snow upon the ground
It doesn’t seem to do much, it just goes round and round
Surprised was I, it did not mix, for it was a mixing bowl
Mom said the beaters were required the make the batter whole
The cake would just not taste the same, unless it’s all mixed up
And your drink won’t taste like water, if there’s milk down in your cup
The things you like are good because they’re mixed from other things
Good taste is just the product of the flavor each part brings
And each part on it’s own has not a flavor you’ll enjoy
But when they’re mixed together, you’ll jump and shout, “Oh boy!”
Life is like that chocolate cake, some things we don’t prefer
But blessings will soon win the day, this wisdom straight from her
The joy we have is little things that we don’t see at first
And if we don’t enjoy them, it seems our bubble’s burst
Most things in life we can’t control, though try so hard we may
But my happiness and attitude are things I choose each day
The things that God puts in my bowl, I stir them up and see
If something I don’t think I’ll like, will bring surprise to me
For bad things often work out good, we never seem to know
The blessings heaven’s cooking up for those of us below
Don’t judge the things in your bowl now, and put your faith in God today,
Let Him add the things He gives you, trust His hand to guide your way
Don’t mourn your bowl or cry too long, your loss could then be great
Yes, the cookies in the oven, they will burn if you are late

By Justin Ogden
http://www.thewordinrhyme.wordpress.com
justwords@videomemoriespro.com
Copyright February 17, 2018

Ironing Board Lessons #1

Moms life lessons on serving others

I learned to serve by watching mom, she’d smooth the clothes out with her palm

Spray the mist to wet them down, iron them flat, no wrinkles now

Each seam deserved her special care, through tireless work she had no airs

While I sat there upon the couch, she’d iron, and sometimes she’d say, ouch

The steam was hot and did its part, when it’s unplugged, the iron went dark

Though we’d survive with wrinkles, yes, she wanted us to look our best

Serving us was just her joy, it was good to be her boy

Exasperated all the while, she walked with me another mile

I never asked her why she worked, night and day, and never shirked–

But love always does those things, which show love, no glory brings

Selfless deeds done all for love, will be rewarded up above

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright December 1, 2015

Called to be Oogie’s Wife

Darlene told a friend that she believed her calling was to be Oogie’s wife


Mom believed God was leading you:

Believing God was leading you, to do the things He called you to

She took the chance to be a part, of something that could change the heart

of children there within her reach, or strangers walking on the beach

by living Christianity, for those around to hear and see

and often as she’s helping you, she’d use the skills God gave her too

Where ‘ere you go she’s by your side, together face what ‘ere betide

She followed with you all this time, faithful to stay right in line

Countless lives you’ve touched, and may, be her reward up there today

Mom believed God was leading her:

Her guiding hand and saving grace made our home a saving place

Protect her family, do what’s right, her goal was always shine the light

She team taught us in Sunday School, fun in learning was the rule

Her goal was always help you in, what you were moved to do within

Believed you needed godly kids, who knew God’s ways and what He did

Her life was filled with simple things, happiness and what it brings

Planting gardens, soccer games, reading books and tending flames

She took the life that she’d been given, fought the fight, then moved to heaven

By Justin Ogden

justwords@videomemoriespro.com

Copyright January 29, 2017