As I took a moment to write about my mom today, it seemed so familiar, like everything I wanted to write I had heard or read before. I kept asking myself, am I infringing on a copyright here? And then the Holy Spirit reminded me of Proverbs 31. Ah, that's it! How can I possibly say it better than the Word of God?! My attempts are futile.
So I am reposting something I wrote about her last year and hope this isn't considered cheating...
When I think about the greatest blessings in my life, certainly my mom is at the top of my list. I often wonder where I would be without her sacrifices, without her nurture, without her instruction, without her wisdom, without her persistent prayers. In retrospect, I find myself wondering how she managed to be all that I needed her to be; well, actually, all that we needed her to be. There were six (including Dad) of us pulling on her, tugging her this way and that, committing her to our agendas, and never once do I remember her acting exhausted, having a mental breakdown, or complaining that enough was enough.
Yet she was the last to bed every night and the first to rise every morning. She ensured we started the day with a warm breakfast, clean clothes, completed homework, and packed lunches. Somehow, she managed to have dinner on the table when Dad came home from work after she had taxied us around all afternoon. She served as team mom, room mom, Brownie leader, Missionette leader, Sunday school teacher, last minute costume maker, and filled at least a dozen other volunteer positions.
I don't think it any coincidence that her name means "God is gracious." Grace is freely given, unmerited favor -- it's when we receive things that we don't deserve. That is who my mom is. She is a gift that I did nothing to deserve; and I am so thankful that despite my being me, God is gracious and He gave me a mom who reminds me how good grace truly is.
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