The
Love of a Mom
Only God Himself fully appreciates the
influence of a Christian mother in the molding of character in her children.
Billy Graham
Yesterday was Mother’s Day and I had the
opportunity to spend part of the day with my Mom. We went to lunch and as I was watching her
laugh and talk several things came to mind and I would like to share those with
you.
When I think of my Mom it brings back many
memories. In my mind, there wasn’t
anything my Mom couldn’t do. She was
just that type of person. I don’t think “can’t”
was a word in her vocabulary. She was
very creative and when I was a senior in high school, she and my dad created a
set for me for the Mardi Gras Ball. My
Dad built the frame and covered it with cardboard and she hand painted it to
look like stone on a castle. It even had
a moat.
She was an excellent seamstress so anytime we
needed costumes she could take a newspaper, make a pattern and sew it
together. My Mom saw me through broken
hearts and bad dates and she sacrificed her time and energy for her
children.
When I was diagnosed with cancer I saw such strength
in this beautiful woman. She would drive
me from her home to downtown Dallas for my chemo treatments. Since I was in the middle of this cancer
fight I didn’t see some of the things that I see looking back now. She would bring snacks and drinks for me in a
bag because she knew I had no appetite, but she also knew that I needed to keep
up my strength for the next round. She would
sit for five hours while an IV ran chemicals into my system. In my first treatment when the medication
gave me restless leg syndrome she would patiently replace the blanket around my
feet when my legs wouldn’t stop moving. She sat and crocheted scarves for me
and my sisters while she waited.
Thinking back on it now, I see where her
heart was probably breaking. She had no
guarantees that her child would survive this disease. One of the things I remember most is her strength. She never fell apart or threw up her hands
and gave up. I never saw her break
down. When her mother and my grandmother
died in the middle of my treatments, she held it together. I am sure when she saw me as a pallbearer at
my grandmother’s funeral it probably crossed her mind that I might not
survive.
My Mom is the strongest woman I know. She taught me what it means to press on and
not give up. When she told me stories of
when she was a little girl and how she would walk to church for Sunday School,
she taught me by example to love the Lord and that prayer is the most important
thing in your life because many other things will fail in this life but God is
not one of them. So this is to my Mom
who taught me how to live life and to be strong when it knocks you down and to press
on. Thank you Mom and I love you.
Prayer for the Day:
Heavenly Father, my Mom is such a blessing in my life. She has been with me through some of the most
trying times of my life and I can never thank You enough for her. I pray that you will bless her life and help
me to be a daughter of character and strength and to show her daily how much
she means to me. Thank you for the blessing
of my Mom.
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