I almost picked up the phone today to call my mother. It's hard to remember that she's now in heaven. I always used to call her and say..."yeah Mom." And she would answer, "Oh, David it's you." She knew me just by the sound of my voice. I will always remember that.
When I was a child I would often cry because I felt sorry for all the things my mother had to endure. Mom was a gentle and quiet woman and never complained about her lot in life...yet I knew that she faced lots of adversities.
My mom married against the wishes of her parents when she was very young. She married my father who looked good outwardly, yet inside was a very different person and my mother soon realized that she had made a serious mistake. Bill (my dad) became involved in astrology and then turned to give his life and all our money to a dangerous cult. He moved our family several times and eventually we ended up living in a valley, outside of a little town, north of Colorado Springs that was run by this cult. There my mother was left alone to raise 4 little boys. She had no running water, so she had to hike up the hill by our little dwelling, to an artesian well that ran down the mountain, just to fetch water for all our needs. She was stuck in a small, cement block, makeshift house while my dad was off worshiping in a strange, temple/church. It was while in Colorado that Mom's two sisters, who had become believers, sent her a little record player and some Christian, children's records. Mom played those little Christian songs over and over for us. That was the first time we started to sing with our Mom and it wasn't long till we were singing in 4 part harmony. It was also the time when, through those Christian songs, our mother began to recognize her need for the Savior.
Through the workings of many prayers, we were able to leave Colorado and Mom was able to break away from the cult. She realized that there was no condemnation in Christ...just forgiveness and a chance to start anew. She became a believer herself and raised by that time 5 little boys all on her own. Mom and our two aunts raised us up in the best Christian environment they could provide. They prayed for godly men to come along side and teach us what a man's role in God's world should be. We were blessed with the newly formed "Camp Forest Springs" This camp helped guide us in our Christian walk and provided us with many hours of hard work and many great days as campers. And...Mom and my aunts never, ever let us miss church at Spirit Baptist Church in Spirit, Wisconsin! For many years, every Sunday, WE were the special music! It was at this little church that I first felt God calling me to sing and preach the gospel!
Now when I think of Mom, I find that I'm still sad and often feel like crying. I still feel sorry...but this time it isn't for my mother, because she's now where she longed to be, with Christ in heaven. No, this time I feel sorry for myself, because I miss her and I always will.
The following video was filmed in conjunction with Camp Forest Springs for the David Kobish music ministry of "UnderHisWings", as well as the ministry of the camp.
It's my Mother's story.