Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Give her the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates.
Proverbs 31: 30-31
My Mama. Oh. how I wish words
could express the depths of love and adoration I have for this woman I
call Mama. She is a true gem--a pearl of great value. One in a
million. A lily among thorns. And I thank my King every single day for
blessing me with this precious gift. You see, she's not just my Mama.
She's my best friend. This relationship is a gift that many mothers and
daughters long for.. I am so thankful.
Memories from my childhood are
infiltrated with sweet thoughts of this precious woman. She used to sit
on the front porch of my playhouse for hours while I played
inside. She was the official "babysitter" for all my "children". I
played by myself pretty well, but I just liked knowing she was there.
Her presence brought comfort. So hour by hour she would sit.
I remember snuggling up in my bed
after a long day and she would read stories to Luke and me before
bedtime. We would close our eyes and just listen. I'm sure she still
had tons of household chores to do after we went to bed, but I never
remember bedtime being rushed. It was always a sacred time of "I love
yous" and snuggles. (Truth be told, I still like her to tuck me in when
I'm home...folks, I'm almost 21 years old! That can be our little
secret!).
I remember my Mama being the "Class
Mom" in my elementary school classes. She would show up every
Wednesday afternoon to volunteer. She would usually sit in a corner and
cut out things or staple papers, and I loved every second of just
knowing she was nearby.
One time, in particular, I remember
I desperately wanted to stay up and watch a meteor shower. (I probably
didn't even know what a meteor shower was at that point!) But it
sounded cool. It was a really really cold night, and after a few hours
of begging, she gave in. We got our sleeping bags and headed out to the
driveway. It snuggled up and waited...and waited...and waited. Never
saw that meteor shower, but I still remember that night. I'm sure the
last thing Mom really wanted to do was sit out in the bitter cold to
watch the stars...but she did it anyways!
I love my Mama for all these
memories. I am thankful for every sacrifice she made and every tear she
has shed on behalf of her children. But most of all, I am thankful
that my Mama showed me Him. You know, I really have no idea if I
would know Him like I do now if it weren't for my sweet Mama. Her
prayers, her example, her words, her songs, her sweet spirit, her
hospitality, her joy, her kindness...she has been HIM to me. She raised
me to KNOW Him and to love Him...and now she has loved me enough to let
me FOLLOW Him. Even if that means that I have to go very very very far
away. Thank you, Mama, for loving Him enough...and for loving me
enough...to let me follow Him. Your support and blessing mean the world
to me.
My Mama always says, "Remember, you have a Mama who prays for you every single day." Oh, the power of a praying Mama!
Happy Mother's Day to the best Mama in the whole wide world.
I love you mostest
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