I am sixty-four years old come July. For fifty-eight years of my life, my mom (and my dad) was my number one encourager. Sometimes, not always, she would give me life tips that others, on the outside of raising me, might think were critical but she knew me best, and I embrace all she taught me that created a better me.
Six years ago my mother's work on earth was done, and God called her home. As our calendars bring us face-to-face with another Mother's Day, I find that I'm not sad, lonely, lost, orphaned or jealous of others who will enjoy their mothers this Sunday.
What I am is worthy in Christ. The most important thing my parents did for me was to plant the seeds that would lead me to my faith. In serving Him, I honor them.
In my understanding of life, I know our journey will not continue here. We are born to die, they say. I say we are born to serve, and serve with joy. My mother taught me a lot while we worked on my Georgia Peach project when I was a kid. Think through the project from start to finish. Realize that you don't know everything. Gather your information. Make sure you use your available resources. Accept the facts and trust the truths. Expect to learn something yourself as you teach others. Be a good listener. Always be ready because you don't know when your name will be called.
Sounds like a good sermon on preparing to walk in faith.
Happy Mother's Day to the mothers of the world! If you are not a mother, by choice or not, know that you are loved. Enjoy!
“Your Father knows what you need before you ask him.” (Matthew 6:8)
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