I love my mom. I loved her when she was here on earth, and I love her still now that she’s in heaven. When I browse my bible, I find scriptures that I’ve highlighted and underlined—verses that remind me of her,
like this one:
He gives children to the woman who has none
and makes her a happy mother.
(Psalm 113:9 NCV)
Mom had a rough start to motherhood. She carried her first baby, a boy, full term, and he died in childbirth. Mom almost died, too. The difficult pregnancy left her with little chance of having another baby. But years later, a miracle—I entered the world healthy and strong, a gift from God, destined to be my parents’ only child. God fulfilled His promise. He gave my mother a baby girl, and that made her happy.
What I learned from my mother:
Trust God. Wait for Him, and never give up hope.
It is hard to find a good wife, because she is worth more than rubies. Her husband trusts her completely. With her, he has everything he needs. She does him good and not harm for as long as she lives.
Proverbs 31:10-12 NCV
Mom was a good wife. She always put Dad’s needs, and mine, before her own. Her lifetime was spent caring for us, and I’m ashamed to say that she got little in return. Dad was physically present, but his mind often turned to his work and other worries. I wasn’t always present either. But Mom never complained. If she felt unhappy or lonely, she hid it. And late in life when Dad got Alzheimer’s dementia, my mother faithfully cared for him almost until the day she died.
What I learned from her:
Love patiently accepts all things. It always trusts, always hopes, and always endures.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
Proverbs 31:25 NIV
The Lord had blessed Mom with good health. Her only serious, and final, illness came suddenly, a disease similar to leukemia. Less than a month after her diagnosis she was dead. Mom faced those last weeks with dignity. Nurses and doctors commented on her strength and her ability to keep a sense of humor. In those last days, I loved my mother more than ever. I realized then—what I wish I had realized so many years before—that my mother was amazing. She was, and is, my hero. Mom went through life a quiet and gentle spirit, but her beautiful soul overflowed with Christ-like strength. And she was wise. She lived life in a way that honored God, and her example made me want to honor Him, too.
The most important thing that I learned from my mother is this:
Appreciate your mom. Love and honor her all the days of her life. And, above all, be sure that there are no regrets for either of you when the Lord calls her home.
I miss my mom every day. Still, I know that only time separates us. I will see my mother again. I loved and followed her from the day of my birth, into adulthood, and, one day, I will follow her all the way to heaven.
Where you go, I will go. Where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God. And where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried.
Ruth 1:16–17 NCV
Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven, Mom!
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers, here and with the Lord.
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