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Baby That’s Love

I admit it, I need a kleenex every time I watch one of those “soldier comes home” videos where they surprise their family. I’m reminded of the sacrifice made not only from the soldier, but of all the family and friends. I wrote a ballad a few years back with my friend, Don Koch, which seemed a nice fit for some of my favorite “soldier reunited with family” clips. It was also fun to include clips from my son and daughter’s engagements.

The idea behind “Baby That’s Love” is enduring love–love that survives through thick and thin even when it comes to saying goodbye. The song is on my “Beautiful Feet” CD which is available, of course, on iTunes. Hope you enjoy it, too…with or without a kleenex.

What Mom Really Wants for Mother’s Day



Apparently, what my mother really wants this Mother’s Day is a Miami Dolphin’s t-shirt. At least that’s what the email I just received says. I’m a bit confused, however, because another email said what my mother really wants is an iPad. Macy’s tells me she really wants a particular heart-shaped necklace and Sharper Image says she really, really wants a foot massage bath thing. JCPenney, on the other hand, says she just wants a tote bag.

I asked my mother about all the things these advertisers say she wants, which was news to her. In fact, when I asked her what she really wants, she said, “nothing.” That was great news because I have a whole lot of that. But then she thought a moment more and said, “a hug and card would be nice.” I just so happened to have an extra hug on me so gave her one of those early. Guess I’ll have go look for a card.

It is interesting how the older we get the less store bought gifts mean to us. Sure they’re nice and sometimes we really do need this or that, but words of love tenderly spoken or written on a card or letter are what mean the most. Expressing our heartfelt feelings to those we love is a very precious gift.

It is often said the Bible is God’s love letter to you and to me. What a beautiful thought. For many, Psalm 139 epitomizes this amazing love story in 24 short verses. It begins with an almighty God who examines our hearts and knows everything about us to the point of knowing every time we sit down or stand up, every step of our travels or even when we’re resting at home. The Psalm goes on to detail God’s intense attention over us and causes David, the Psalm’s author to rightly say, “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!”

Then, verses 17 and 18 jump off the page, “How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!”

Even now, though we have homes and families of our own, there is no doubt my brothers and I are constantly on my mother’s mind. Like Mary, who “kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often” (Luke 2:19), a mother’s thoughts are constantly on her children. (Some of us take up a bit more of her thoughts than others, but that’s another matter entirely.)

But as closely as a mother watches and loves her children, it cannot be compared to a loving God who “knit me together in my mother’s womb and laid out every moment of my life before a single day had passed” (v16). It cannot be compared to a loving God who knows what I’m going to say even before I say it (v5). There can be no comparison to a loving God who assures me “I can never get away from His presence!” (v7).

How beautiful that God made Moms in His image. That’s why they love so much, care so much, and give so much. My mom has been raising children now for well over 50 years and I’m glad to say she’s still at it. Some of us children, after all, still need a lot of looking after.

I came across this great quote from a famous painter you may have heard of. In just a few words he captured the incredible love and influence moms have on their children. “My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.’ Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.”

I love you, Mom. Where would I be without you?

Happy Mother’s Day.

P.S. Do I still need to get you a card?

Something About Mommy

If you were to look up the word “mother” in the dictionary, you may be quite disappointed to find this blasé definition; “a female parent.”  That’s sort of like defining the sun as “a big light.” Both are true, but neither gets close to what the real thing is.  Besides, everyone knows that being a mother is not easy.  If it were, fathers would do it.

I was watching some home videos and came across a family reunion back in 1990. My then eight-year-old niece, Mary, was asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”  She thought for just a moment and then with a beaming smile said, “A mommy!”  My son, Matt (who was three), on the other hand, said he wanted to be Peter Pan.  I’m pleased to report that, thus far, only one of them has achieved their goal.

There is no debating the enormous influence “being a mommy” has on children.  Abraham Lincoln said, “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”  This is especially remarkable because Lincoln’s mom died when he was just nine years old.


Ed and his Mommy

For most, it is through our mothers that we first have a taste of God’s unconditional love for us.  Mothers see all our imperfections and shortcomings and love us anyway.  Their patience seems to have no limit and they are always ready and willing to forgive and let us start over again.  (See note below.)

Some years ago, a cartoon made its way across America picturing two farmers standing in a field as snow fell softly.  As one farmer turned to the other, their conversation went something like this, “Anything exciting happen today?” asked the first farmer.  “Nah,” answered the other, “Nothing ever exciting happens around here.”  They stood and watched the snow fall and then one said, “The Lincolns just had a baby.”

It’s interesting how seldom we hear about those “unexciting” parents of people we admire; even those whose lives changed the course of history.  And then when we do hear, it’s usually because of something negative.

But then we read the incredible story of a Hebrew girl who gave birth to a boy and named him Moses.  If you haven’t read that story in a while, turn to Exodus chapter two and be amazed once again.  Moses’ Mom was simply incredible, and we don’t even know her name.  Likewise, we really don’t know anything about the mother of a shepherd boy named David, who was really good with a sling-shot.  But the more you learn about her son and of his personality and character, you can’t help but consider the type of person she must have been.

I’m a dad, of course, and so very grateful for the close relationship I have with my three children.  But I also fully recognize that when the phone rings, the first words I usually hear are, “Is Mom there?”  It is usually with a hint of a smile and knowing nod that I turn the phone over so that Mom can lovingly and wisely give her counsel.

History leaves no doubt, there is just something extraordinary about moms.  They are God’s special gift to mankind. How desperately needed in our world today are godly mothers training up their children in the way they should go (Proverbs 22:6).  And how truly beautiful is a mom who understands that, “Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised” (Proverbs 31:30).


NOTE:  There are those whose mother or father (or both) were absent, negligent, or even abusive.  The scars and pain carried throughout their lives as a result are devastating.  To those who carry such burdens we cry out to our Heavenly Father as the Psalmist pleaded, “You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry” (Psalm 10:17).  May you find peace and comfort in His loving arms.

My Mom Still Packs My Lunch

I have a t-shirt that says, “My mom still packs my lunch.”


It was given to me for my last birthday by a staff member here at work because, well, it’s true.  My mom does still pack my lunch.

Yes, I am in my mid 40’s and quite capable of fixing my own lunch (so I’m told), but my mom packs my lunch just about every weekday. Now it helps that she works here in my office, but that’s not really the point.  You see, something magical happens every time mom fixes my lunch – it tastes way better than anything I could ever fix.  So I moan with delight with eat every bite, proudly wear the t-shirt, and ignore all the envious looks from all the other office personnel.

Mom’s are rather amazing creations don’t you think?  Only a loving God would think up something as wonderful as a mom.  From day one, their children consume their thoughts and occupy their time.  They seem to know the right things to say, the right things to do, and always know the exact ingredients to put on a sandwich and how to cut it so it doesn’t lose any flavor.  I’m living proof that even after four decades, when it comes to her children, there is no tiring from giving an overabundance of tender loving care.

Abraham Lincoln wrote, “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother.”  An old Spanish proverb says, “An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.”  Henry Ward Beecher wrote, “When God thought of mother, He must have laughed with satisfaction, and framed it quickly—so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty, was the conception.”

My dad, Dr. Les Thompson, who also happens to be a happy recipient of my mom’s lunch menu, is busy writing a book to help us non-thoelogians better understand the Trinity. The “three-in-one” concept is difficult to grasp but I get the benefit of reading excerpts and discussing them with our resident theologian – often over Mom’s lunch.

I’ve been intrigued about a particular section where he speculates on a conversation Mary and Joseph could have had on their way to Jerusalem.  Mary is “great with child” and they are trying to figure out the strange concept of God the Angel had described;

“…there’s something here about God we’ve never understood before,” Joseph said as he steadied Mary in the saddle. “Gabriel talked about God, then he talked about the Holy Spirit…and then the baby.  Can all three be God?”
“…Mary looked down and felt the baby kick in her stomach.  She just smiled.”

If Joseph was a typical guy, he was probably trying to work through all the angles, details, and improbabilities in an attempt to form some logical conclusion about something miraculous.  Mary just had to feel that baby kick… and she knew.

Mom’s are like that aren’t they? And while Mary obviously had a singular and miraculous experience, mom’s don’t need much discussion on most things.  “They just know.”

My mom never asked if she could pack my lunch.  She just started doing it.  She knew she’d have absolutely no objection from me so why even bother to ask, right?  After all, she already knew exactly what I liked.

I don’t know if your mom still packs your lunch, but I highly recommend it.  Whether you’re six or forty-six.

Thanks mom!  Happy Mother’s Day.

I love you.


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