I read something from a book a couple weeks ago–about a conversation that perhaps “God” may have had. He hand picked some kids. Some that had special needs…and chose the parents according to the gifts that He put inside them. Their strength. Their passion. Their love. I believe God hand picked my mother and chose “us” to be blessed by her strength–her passion and her deep love. Her love for God is what has made each one of us who we are today.
When life handed her hard times, I won’t say she didn’t flinch–because as a mother and grandmother myself, I know that flinching often takes place–but we don’t turn away from what’s in front of us….she stepped up to the plate in the ballgame of life and took her best swing. And hit the ball smack-dab in the middle.
When money was tight, cupboards were skimpy, love was not. No one rode in on a white horse and rescued her–but she knew that her faith in God was firm, solid and secure–and He (God) never failed to supply our needs.
I think today about what kids are subjected to–what they are allowed to do–and how they respond to life and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like for some of them if they grew up in our house.
Laundry every.single.Saturday taught us all responsibility. You wear it–you wash it. You wash it–you fold it and put it away. Not next week. Not in a minute when you finish that game–but now. (When I was growing up, there were no games, only books.) We won’t even get started on the things different today versus how we grew up….you don’t have enough time to read all that!
I have been doing some internal reflecting–and I see where some of mine and Aimee’s “thinking” comes from. It comes from our mother and the foundation she laid early in our lives. Even when things were so hard and I saw tears in her eyes–I saw a strong resolve that no one in our house would ever feel the rejection that happens all too often. Her heart is always ready with generous portions of love, prayers, and the Truth that holds her foundation secure. And if you stop by, chances are, you will get a sack full of produce from her garden if there is something in season…even if it’s just garlic. 🙂
Mother, I pray that your birthday–even though your children are not gathered there today–is filled with love and knowledge that you have blessed the lives of 4 children that were gifts from God–and you did everything He assigned you –above and beyond your ability–because HE blessed you with ability beyond your imagination! We love you so much! I am grateful beyond words to call you “Mother”.
Thank you for standing with me and Jeff in our journey to the mission field…thank you for praying for us diligently and for you and Grandbuddy “sending” us. It is my greatest blessing to be your daughter. I love you– Happy Birthday.
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