Beloved Mama, as a pregnant and frightened teenage girl, you found me worthy and saw my value when I was just a seedling in the womb. You were an overcomer, forgetting what others would say or think about the child you carried. As you looked lovingly into my face, God looked with forgiveness and understanding into yours. I, Goldie Mae Burnette, belonged to you and daddy then and even now. Therefore, it is indeed an honor as your oldest child, to express my love, respect, and appreciation to God for choosing you as my beautiful and charismatic mother.
Today my heartfelt reflections create a renewed longing for your presence; and for the many phone calls we shared throughout the day. You were my friend and a warrior who remained steadfast in your motherly commitment to me and each one of your children. You taught me so much about life and people…. how to look out for the interest of others and not merely myself. You taught me what it means to love unconditionally, and to give self totally and completely for the good of others. You took sharing the gospel with your children serious, by teaching us the importance of memorizing Scripture and the power of having a consistent prayer life to carry us through challenging times. Thank you for showing me powerful results of prayer, faith, and obedience when there is trust in God.
Further, when hospitalized, you said you would silently whisper for protection, both Psalm 23 and the Lord’s prayer, before that knock-out anesthesia took over your body and mind. These two are my saving grace still today on my spiritual journey to see you face to face with Jesus.
Your love for the radio and television ministries of Oral Roberts and Billy Graham was contagious. And it is no secret how much I too enjoy media ministries. At one point, one of these ministries asked listeners to place one hand on the radio, and one on the body part of self or another in need of healing prayer. What comes to my mind is your hand covering my stuttering mouth. Thank you, Mama, for praying God’s healing power over my situation.
Like you, Mama, my abundant love for Christian books is insatiable. I still have the now worn book of yours entitled Angels by Billy Graham. In fact, I know you would also enjoy the rich Word so readily available through the 24/7 internet resources.
In your wisdom and intellect, Mama, you prepared me for first grade when no kindergarten education existed for your daughter. Because of your dedication, Mrs. Henderson, my first-grade teacher, was so enamored by my reading skills and other abilities. Not leaving anything or anyone out, you taught all age-appropriate children on the John Henry Burnette Farm the pledge of allegiance. And I still to this day, believe that no one matches your ability to tell fairytales. You made Cinderella, Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Hansel and Greta, the Three Little Pigs and many more so real to us. Sitting there on the kitchen floor as you cooked our meals and delicious desserts, we were captivated by your impeccable voice mimicking and make-overs for emphasis. Another fun memory was your ability to teach Dessie, Marion, Carolyn, and me poetry. You made sure we had an audience by driving us around to the different churches in Warren County to participate in Children Day programs. You were just a phenomenal woman of God.
Lastly, Mama, watching you reconcile your weekly expenses with your payroll set me in motion for a lifetime. I still write myself notes as you did. Without a doubt, the hands-on experiences and personal coaching received in the Bernice Life Enrichment Program equipped me for my future.
The love I have for you is everlasting. It goes without saying that these words do little justice in describing your sweet eternal soul; there is so much more to share. Thank you for being the best mother of all for Eric. Thank you for accepting my children (Cheryl, Chris, and Stacey) without discrimination. Thank you, Don, for the privilege. God bless.