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Flaura Bass
In Memory of
Flaura Lee
Bass (Shults)
1923 -
2017
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Condolence From: Paula Benton
Condolence: Joyce, I am so sorry for the loss of your mom. She was such a precious lady. I know all of you girls have taken after her. I know she will live in your heart each day. It is a very hard thing to accept. I just lost my mom in November. I will be praying for God's perfect peace and comfort for you and your family. God's blessings.
Thursday March 23, 2017
Condolence From: Jana Hensley
Condolence: My Tribute to Mother:
I was blessed to be the third daughter of Flaura Lee Bass. She loved and valued family only second to her love for Christ. Mother was not born into wealth, but she was born into a large family who knew what it was to work as a unit and work hard. For many years, she would start school late in the year because she stayed home to help with harvesting crops. Material possessions were never of extreme importance to Mother. She could make a dollar stretch farther than anyone I have ever known. She always cooked good meals to feed us, but we always had leftovers for days to come. Her sons-in-law were extremely fond of her pecan pies and often fought for the last piece of pie. I believe Mother’s greatest happiness was knowing that her family was well cared for and loved.
As a child, I learned by example to work hard. She was a homemaker extraordinaire. Our house was always clean, our laundry was always done, and meals were always on the table. One of my first chores as a child was to “sprinkle” the laundry. When I was small and the older two sisters were in school, Mother would wax the floors and my “job” was to help her buff the floor by allowing her to pull me around on a rug. She used to starch my petticoats so stiff that my dress skirt stood out at a 90 degree angle. On Saturday mornings, all three girls had our assigned jobs to clean the house. Our goal was to get the house spotless by noon and Mother would take us to Clovis to shop. Saturday afternoons were Mother/Daughter time.
I accepted Christ at a very young age, and at one point I began to doubt my salvation. I woke my Mother up in the middle of the night and poured out my heart to her about my doubts. She spoke to me lovingly and calmly and told me again the story of salvation. She explained that salvations was a complete gift to us from God, nothing we could work for or be good enough to earn. My mind always thought about things too hard. I tried to make things harder than they were. She helped me to understand and believe that when I had given Christ my heart, it was settled on that day. That memory is very special to me.
Mother showed us by example how to be a godly wife. She supported our Dad through years of farming, ministry, and retirement years. She never complained about working hard, lack of money, or sometimes lack of time that Dad could be home. We mostly wore dresses that Mother sewed for us, and she was a great seamstress. Church was not an option. Church was as important as eating and sleeping. She took leadership roles in each church that Dad pastored because that is what godly wives and mothers did. Every morning, Mother and Dad read Daily Bible Readings at the breakfast table (yes we were all at the table together) and we prayed for the missionaries daily.
Mother and I always had a close relationship, but when I gave birth to my Heather, my eyes were opened in a new way about the sacrifices a mother makes for her children. Having a child did not come easy for me. My parents prayed with us about our longing for a child. They were supportive through the loss of a child and I learned by example to depend on Christ. Mother was with me when Heather was born and stayed a week after just to help me get comfortable with “mothering”. Until you hold a child in your heart do you understand the love and sacrifices necessary to raise that precious gift from God.. Mother prayed for her family daily and as we added grandchildren to her life she just lengthened her prayer list. When I married Jarvis, he became a “child” just as important as ones she gave birth to. Just weeks before her death, she never failed to ask me when I called her, how was my Jarvis and how was my Heather. Prayer and daily Bible reading was a habit Mother lived by.
I believe we lost a part of Mother when Daddy died. Her identity was so much a part of who Daddy was. She struggled finding a place where she belonged or felt comfortable without Daddy. In her last days on this earth, the time I spent with her was truly a gift from God. I would ask her questions, some of them silly, but trying to get her to interact with me. I always wanted her to tell me I was her “ favorite” but even then she would proclaim adamantly that she loved us all equally. One sweet moment happened when I asked her, “Mother, what is your favorite Scripture?” Without a moment thought she quoted, Proverbs 3:5-6. Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thy own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He will direct thy paths. I believe Mother lived that Scripture every day.
It comforts me to know that Mother walks on streets of gold. She is with Daddy again and I know they are catching up on everything. Don’t you just see Daddy and Mother in the presence of our Lord? Thank you, Mother, for being there for me, for teaching me about a relationship with Christ, and for loving me as only a Mother can. I will miss you every day, but I carry so much of the things you instilled in me that you will forever be remembered. I thank you, my Lord, for entrusting this special Mother to me. Rest in peace my sweet Mother.
Thursday March 23, 2017
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