Aired May 26th, 2025
I want again. Welcome into the 04:05 coffee break, guys. A new week. It's Monday. Get you a cup of coffee, glass iced, tea, bottle of water.
OK Solberg:Let's see what's happening. Shot of Jack Daniel, Joe, Jay, Spring wheat, Five dollars and ninety six cents a bushel. 550 pounds steer calf, $3.85, I hope to shout, and call the doctor. That is a high price.
OK Solberg:A butcher hog in Omaha, Eighty One Cents a pound, and a hundred pound fat lamb in Billings at $2.21. But, guys, there's more, much more. Well well, while we were gone, a big day happened. It wasn't President's Day. It wasn't Valentine's Day.
OK Solberg:Why, it was Mother's Day. We all had a mother. Some of us still do. Here's to all the mothers out there. Let's just say this.
OK Solberg:Seriously, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be here. So first, a bible verse for mothers and then a few poems from Proverbs 31 verse 25. She is clothed with strength and dignity. She can laugh at the days to come. Uh-oh.
OK Solberg:Wait. The next verse is suitable too. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. Proverbs thirty one twenty five and twenty six. Mothers, moms, what would we do without them?
OK Solberg:Guys, did you realize many songs were written that mentioned the value of mothers? I'm gonna share one with you and then a couple of poems. Listen to this, a song I really enjoy. The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing and a young'un's dream of growing up to ride on a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound. And no one could change my mind, but mama tried.
OK Solberg:One and only rebel child from a family meek and mild, My mama seemed to know what lay in store. Despite all my Sunday learning towards the bad, I kept on turning till mama couldn't hold me anymore, and I turned 21 in prison doing life without parole. No one could steer me right, but mama tried. Mama tried. Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
OK Solberg:That leaves only me to blame because mama tried. Dear old daddy, rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load. She tried so very hard to fill his shoes, working hours without rest, wanting me to have the best. She tried to raise me right, but I refused. And I turned 21 in prison doing life without parole.
OK Solberg:No one could steer me right, but mama tried. Mama tried. Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied. That leaves only me to blame because mama tried. Tell me who sang that song.
OK Solberg:I'm not even gonna tell you. If you don't know, you're gonna have to keep it that way because I feel bad for you if you don't know who sang that song. Oh, yes. Mama tried. Now here's a poem that I like entitled In Her Hands.
OK Solberg:In gentle hands, the world was held through sleepless nights and stories spelled, a steady heart, a watchful eye, a whispered prayer, a lullaby. She taught me strength through quiet grace with love that time cannot erase. Each wrinkle earned, each silver strand, a poem that's written on her hand. So here's to you, dear mother, today for all you gave for every way. You made my world a brighter place with endless love and boundless grace.
OK Solberg:How about one more? Just one more. This one's titled the mother's quiet love. She doesn't ask for grand applause nor seek the lights of fame. Her worth is in the quiet ways she loves without a claim.
OK Solberg:She lefts the world with steady hands and never counts the cost. Through every storm, through joy or pain, she guards what can't be lost. Her wisdom whispers soft and low in moments calm or wild. The truest kind of hero's heart is found within the mild. So on this day, we pause to see the strength she gives each day, a mother's love both deep and wide that never fades away.
OK Solberg:Happy Mother's Day one day late. So until next time, as you go out there, remember now, don't be bitter.