Covering my angst with the soothing wisdom from my mother's prayer journals

Mary Beth


This morning we had a phone conversation with an aunt and uncle who had just finished reading In My Mother’s Words (

The stories triggered some sweet memories for them of visits made to the home of Don’s parents. Any meal in their home was a treat, but her breakfasts were outstanding.  The most delightful wakeup call in the world came from the kitchen of their small farm-house.

After we relived some of those visits he said, “I also enjoyed the stories about Matt.  He was quite a handful when he was little!”

He really was, and my words don’t do him justice.  He was a beautiful wild child who needed more than I had to give so He sent special people to help.

One of those precious people was Mary Beth Green who was a student at Morehead State University in Morehead, Kentucky in 1974 when we moved there for Don to begin his first college coaching job.

We lived in faculty housing – a strip of apartments across the street from the library. The price was right and three of the other coaches and their families were our neighbors. Mary Beth was introduced to us by the wife of one of the coaches. With her lithe build, she reminded me of a ballerina and we were blessed when she danced into our lives

Because the campus was so accessible, I decided to take some education classes. .  Somehow Mary Beth and I were able to work out class schedules so that one of us could to be at our apartment with Matt, Stacy and (the next year)Holly.

She became a member of our family who brought us extra hands and more love.  We met her family and she met ours.  Mary Beth’s dad was Colonel Sander’s chiropractor and a real treat came when Mary Beth invited us to have dinner with them at his restaurant where we got to meet The Man himself!

Mother wrote in her journal, “Pilgrims must travel through lonely country to their destination.  They are protected, not by anything created, but by the creator of everything.”

We were young pilgrims far from our destination when we were in Morehead.  I am so thankful that God sent Mary Beth to share that part of the journey with us, and He has been faithful every step of the way since then. That’s why I don’t worry about the rest of the way.





Author: marymcleary

Grateful for so many things, especially the peace He gives and the opportunity to tell it to my kids, grandkids and anyone else who wants to listen. Many read my first book In My Mother's Words, and I have recently published my second book, Heart Whispers from the Old Testament. Both are the result of the prayer journals my mother gifted me her last Christmas. Those journals were full of the wisdom of a Faith Walker and had to be shared.

7 thoughts on “Mary Beth

  1. The hands and heart sent by God. No accident. What a blessing. I love that quote by your mom.

    I ordered the book, but it never showed? Don’t know if it’s something I did or what? Kinda bummed…


  2. Mary, I couldn’t figure out what happened to your blog. Now, I know.

    I just ordered your book. I can’t wait to read your mother’s nuggets!

    Congratulations on the book! I wish you much success.


  3. Mary Beth, I so know where Morehead is, my best friend is from there. We call Kentucky home since our children were born there, (Lousiville). LOvely post..makes me want to go back to Kentucky.


  4. Betty, we loved our time in Morehead and our youngest was born while we were there. Thank you for visiting my blog. Hope you will come back again.


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