May your father and mother rejoice;
may she who gave you birth be joyful!
Proverbs 23:25 (NIV)
My mommy wrote this blog. She just doesn’t realize it yet…
I proudly declare my mom a fan of my blog. Recently, she reminded me that when I was little, I yammered on incessantly about becoming a writer; something I’d completely forgotten. I remembered it not at all until she spoke the words, and then, mommy bestowed upon me the blessing that called me home. That’s who she is in my life, the one who calls my blessings by name. Thanks, mom.
My mother is an extraordinary woman. I channel her unwavering calm, her unrelenting faith, and her limitless wisdom for my entire life; at least I try. I have always wanted to be like her. As an adult with my own husband and family, I still seek to please her.
Mommy offers feedback on my writing in the form of an email dialog we share. Despite being in different time zones, we also pray and talk daily. Her notes, although she is not a writer, speak directly to what I have put on the page. She knows the backstories, even when I do not share them with you, dear readers. She inspires me in ways you cannot imagine. Mommy wrote today’s blog…and she’s about to read about it.
I subscribed mom to my blog via email to make it easy for her to read them. She’s a bit of a latecomer to technology, but she gets it done. She is no critic; it’s all love and support from her corner, and while a part of me wishes she’d post her comments publicly, the wiser part of me knows that her comments are just for me…except maybe this one. In reply to a piece I sent her years ago, she gave me these words.
“Again, Wow. Baby…where does it all come from? Mom”
“Mom, this was all God. I was thinking about it after it happened, then came home to write. It just flowed. I’m asking God to let me be His vessel. I trust that when He finds me worthy to be used, I’ll be ready. Just keep praying. Love you.”
“In my opinion, you are ready. Love, Mom”
We need the eyes, the ears, and certainly the prayers of the righteous to light our way, keep us going, and guide us through rough times and deep waters. My mom is editor, coach, confidant, prayer warrior and encourager, bar none. She inspires me to be better. She inspires me to be like her.
If mommy says I’m ready, she must be right. My mom is always right, even when it takes me awhile to catch up to things she sees so far beyond my sightline. A woman of God, my mom hears and sees.
Mom was my first gift from God, and among the best blessings. Find your encouragers. Listen to them. Be honest with them. Hear their harshest critiques. Honor their desires to make you letter. Let them tend to your garden, even when weeding is required.