Mom is beautiful. She has short, wavy hazelnut colored hair, offset by her immense brown eyes. When you’re with her you know that thing may not always work out the way you want, but she will be there right beside you, praying and supporting you. Early in the morning when you look beside her bed, you can find mom praying. You know in her prayers she’s praying for you!
Sacrificial, and caring, these are words you can use to describe my mom. From the time we were little Mom gave up having a career, new furniture, and brand name clothes to raise my sister and I. Daily she taught us from the Word or God, instilling life lessons and values that could come from nowhere else except your mother’s knee. Was it worth it to her? In a heartbeat she will tell you “yes”.
People. Mom loves people. She could easily spend all afternoon with a stranger with still plenty to talk about. Seeing people brought to Christ is another one of my Mom’s passions. She has taught us that though it is sometimes hard and awkward, to unashamedly speak up for what the Holy Spirit has convicted us of. She encourages us to take the opportunities around us and use them for God. If it comes to standing up for someone when no one else will, or even speaking the truth when it is not wanted, she encourages us to do so. She is never afraid to help out up front of people, not because she’s not nervous, but because she wants my sister and I to willingly volunteer whenever there is a need. Mom instills values by example, not just talk.
Most of all mom has hands like no one else. These hands are starting to show the work of forty years, but what a heritage these hands have. When she was a young woman, before my sister or I was born she used these very hands to feel the movement of the life inside of her. These hands held newborns that cried incessantly. These hands comforted little girls when it was past their bedtime, but couldn’t go to sleep. These hands became prune-like from the hot dishwater when two little girls ate, but didn’t wash their own dishes. These hands wiped the sweaty brow a fever brings, brought glasses of refreshing water, eased the pain of life. These hands held mine when I first learned to walk, cleaned up the messes after bicycle accidents and hung on tightly when I was first learning to drive. These hands created topic sentences for writing papers, taught how to count back change, and give a handshake. These hands wrote the dedication in my first Bible and helped me pick out my church clothes, making sure they were clean and pressed. These hands by a gentle squeeze let you that things will be all right. These hands placed in mine by sacrifice and hard work opportunities I could have never had otherwise. These hands have cooked thousands of dinners, cleaned hundreds of bathrooms and sacrificed their gloves. These hands have been cut, burned, scraped, and chapped. These hands are under appreciated, but they would happily do something to show you you’re appreciated. These hands that have done so much, are my mothers.
Each time one of her hands reached out, it changed me. Without them I could never be who I am today. I wouldn’t know how to cook nutritious meals, sight read music, or have an adult conversation. I would be happy with average, content with normal, satisfied by a “good job”, but I’m not. These hands have shown me to strive for excellence, think outside the box, and not to be satisfied unless it is your personal best. They have also showed me compassion, love for your neighbors, and how to be a hard worker. Most of all my mother’s hands taught me to love God. In the book of Proverbs chapter 31 it says, “ Her children rise up and call her blessed; Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all.’ ” My mom truly fits this description. Many women have done well, but none has well as my mother.
Sacrificial, and caring, these are words you can use to describe my mom. From the time we were little Mom gave up having a career, new furniture, and brand name clothes to raise my sister and I. Daily she taught us from the Word or God, instilling life lessons and values that could come from nowhere else except your mother’s knee. Was it worth it to her? In a heartbeat she will tell you “yes”.
People. Mom loves people. She could easily spend all afternoon with a stranger with still plenty to talk about. Seeing people brought to Christ is another one of my Mom’s passions. She has taught us that though it is sometimes hard and awkward, to unashamedly speak up for what the Holy Spirit has convicted us of. She encourages us to take the opportunities around us and use them for God. If it comes to standing up for someone when no one else will, or even speaking the truth when it is not wanted, she encourages us to do so. She is never afraid to help out up front of people, not because she’s not nervous, but because she wants my sister and I to willingly volunteer whenever there is a need. Mom instills values by example, not just talk.
Most of all mom has hands like no one else. These hands are starting to show the work of forty years, but what a heritage these hands have. When she was a young woman, before my sister or I was born she used these very hands to feel the movement of the life inside of her. These hands held newborns that cried incessantly. These hands comforted little girls when it was past their bedtime, but couldn’t go to sleep. These hands became prune-like from the hot dishwater when two little girls ate, but didn’t wash their own dishes. These hands wiped the sweaty brow a fever brings, brought glasses of refreshing water, eased the pain of life. These hands held mine when I first learned to walk, cleaned up the messes after bicycle accidents and hung on tightly when I was first learning to drive. These hands created topic sentences for writing papers, taught how to count back change, and give a handshake. These hands wrote the dedication in my first Bible and helped me pick out my church clothes, making sure they were clean and pressed. These hands by a gentle squeeze let you that things will be all right. These hands placed in mine by sacrifice and hard work opportunities I could have never had otherwise. These hands have cooked thousands of dinners, cleaned hundreds of bathrooms and sacrificed their gloves. These hands have been cut, burned, scraped, and chapped. These hands are under appreciated, but they would happily do something to show you you’re appreciated. These hands that have done so much, are my mothers.
Each time one of her hands reached out, it changed me. Without them I could never be who I am today. I wouldn’t know how to cook nutritious meals, sight read music, or have an adult conversation. I would be happy with average, content with normal, satisfied by a “good job”, but I’m not. These hands have shown me to strive for excellence, think outside the box, and not to be satisfied unless it is your personal best. They have also showed me compassion, love for your neighbors, and how to be a hard worker. Most of all my mother’s hands taught me to love God. In the book of Proverbs chapter 31 it says, “ Her children rise up and call her blessed; Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all.’ ” My mom truly fits this description. Many women have done well, but none has well as my mother.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, you are greatly loved...
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