"You are just like your mother!!"
Best complement ever!!!!
Most people, especially teenagers, would not agree with that last statement; but in my case, it's the truth. My mother is quite the woman of God and even though she may not be confident in it, she hears from the Lord clearly. My mom is a powerful intercessor, prayer warrior, and is filled with the love of the father. She is in tune with her surroundings, and will not settle in an atmosphere that is not honouring to God.
My mom is a good mother and a good grandmother. Even in the moments as a teenager where my mom and I did not get along, I have always loved my mom with more love than can be described. She has always known where and when to push, and where and when to hold back. Life lessons that she had to learn the hard way, she presented in a way so that I would not have to endure what she went through. She is present and loving with her grandchildren. Family is her thing. Loving them, praying for them, spending time with them… That's what she does well.
Mom has taught me many things about life and how to live a life that is pleasing to God. She did not do this alone, my dad is pretty amazing too, but Im sure that blog will come later. Lessons on friendships, school, God. For example, my mom, sister and aunt Debbie prayed me through collage because I hated it so much. Mom took the brunt of it, because I would call her crying, asking her why God would make me do something I hated, knowing that I knew full well what the answer was.
1 Corinthians 13:8 Love is patient, love is kind, etc… my mom did a very good job at living out that love. Not ever in a superficial way, but to the extent that God intended family to experience that love. A whole, well rounded, well balanced love that does not hold onto grudges or unforgiveness, but a love that bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things. A love that Always perseveres and a love that never fails.
This is Gods love shown through my mother. And now, as I enter into a month of working with children, I hear my mothers voice through my own. I think back to my childhood and remember all the stories she told in VBS, or church, or bible camp. I remember all the songs she has taught me, and surprisingly all of the actions as well. Whenever I think about my mom, it is with pride and joy and a whole lot of love.
I LOVE YOU MOM!!!
