As I have gotten older she has become a firend, but most importatnly she has stayed my mom. She will always be my mom. I can find lots of friends, but I will only ever have 1 mom and I want her to stay that role model, guide and sounding board in my life. Even growing up while I know she worried from time to time, like when I drove with 3 girlfriends the entire way to Florida for Spring Break...geesh, what was I thinking...she gave us this incredible amount of freedom to make our own choices. My parents led with the notion that they would commit to putting so much truth into us that truth would be our first reference in the face of every temptation, pressure or decision. My mom's tireless efffort to invest what would add up to millions if it could be calculated in dollars, stirred this deep desire in me to not disappoint. I wanted to please my parents. their nod of approval, their endorsement or prasie was as if heaven was applauding.
In addition to her incredible gift of time and love into us she remained the most selfless person I know. While she had 4 "jobs" at home she would get odd jobs to help out when someone needed braces, there was a vacation being planned or there were 3 weddings on the upcoming calendar. I look back and am not always sure how she did it...but she did, and it not only spoke to her 4 kids it has spoken loudly to the world. Her love didn't stop within the walls of our house it stretched way into the streets of Columbia to a Cuban immigrant named Hilda, and into a church pew to help a single mother named Sharon. My mom's love leads her to train stations in the pouring rain to clothe the unlovely and she has a gift of finding grace to love those that never intend to love her back. Her love brings her to her knees in prayer...literally bridging the gap for those that don't know Him or seem to want Him. Her love somehow miraculously enables one pan of lasagna to feed every visitor whether she knew they were coming or not. Her love keeps the phone to her ear, listening, guiding the lost soul at the other end of hte line. How is this much love possible? It's because her love is really HIS love. She knows the Father's heart. She knows his love. She seeks it daily and finds it. She knows her Father in heaven...He is not just a man in a white robe...He is her friend, her strength, her grace, her courage...her LOVE. He is with her at the train tation, on the streets, in the kitchen, on the phone and loves to meet her while she's on her knees.
Bill Johnson says in his book "When Heaven Invades Earth" that "faith moves heaven, so that heaven can move Earth." This is my mother. Her faith, her love, moves heaven on a daily basis and in return this Earth is moved, it's loved, it's changed by the power of the Holy Spirit because of one person's faithfulness. My mom has made loving Him and loving people her full-time job. And that's something I can aspire to.
I love you Mom...Happy Birthday, may He continue to shine His face upon you.
|My mama still has kisses for her firstborn daughter minutes||after becoming a mama myself.|
|Chief & Grammy meeting Haven, grandchild #10|