A VERY SPECIAL PLACE

My Mother was a wonder to behold!

When I was twelve years old I made the decision that I would accept Jesus Christ as my personal savior. A young man just entering high school, the choices I had to make as a new and devout Christian were very difficult and extremely perplexing. The options for change that I had to make seemed forever endless. They continued on and on each day like a continuing serial in a magazine of which I had become the beneficiary of a lifetime subscription!

It seems like I had developed a habit of moping around the house and my mother always knew what was bothering me. She would always say, "Life gets tedious, son. Life gets tedious! Just take it to the Lord in prayer!" She would usually add, "Let that mind of yours rest a spell and think of a quiet and restful place to be. Think of a very special place!"

Mother’s magic always worked!

One day my little brother Larry spoke up, "Yeah, life gets tegious! Don’t you know that?" He could not pronounce the word tedious.

After that she would merely limit herself to say, "Life gets tedious, son. Life gets tedious!" Over time God presented me with a deed to my very own special place!

Here I am now, sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch, just rocking away the hours and thinking what a wonderful and wise woman my Mother really was. Life truly does get tedious!

We all, regardless of our age, profession, trade, job or social status experience these low moments of doubt and uncertainty and it seems an eternity until we can return to normal. These moments come much more frequently than we care to admit.

I would like to share my Mother’s perfect remedy that has worked so well for me for so many years.

I have this very special place,
Though it may be far away.
I just close my eyes and there I am
And I visit it each day!
A special place from yesteryear,
Beside a mountain stream;
Touched by God and made for me,
Where I can rest and dream!

Where gentle, scented breezes blow
Through misty walls of green;
Where phantom fairy music men,
From behind a magic screen,
Sift psalm like notes on rainbow land
And with joyous notes they bring
A deepening touch of color
To every living thing!

A special sanctuary place,
Where friends hold hands with foes;
Where butterflies with angel wings,
Sip dewdrops from a rose.
Where cotton candied fleecy clouds,
Like recessed lambs at play
Change costumes right before your eyes
And slowly drift away!

A place with mossy pillows,
To lay my weary head;
Where scented boughs of cedar
Make soft pads for my bed.
Where in the lazy, hazy sun,
I close my eyes and nod,
Stretch my limbs and lay me down
And then I talk to God!

When I return from rainbow land,
I have fresh new songs to sing.
Of joy and hope for everyone
But the messages I bring,
Are tainted with an emptiness
Like a vacant void in space
When I think about the poor lost soul
Who has no special place!