My Mom

When Mother’s Day rolls around each year, I’m reminded of how blessed I am to have so many wonderful mother figures in my life. I’m also reminded of how many cards I have to make, especially when it’s Sunday morning and I haven’t even started yet. But that’s beside the point. I have my own mother, a gracious and kind stepmother, the warmest and most loving mother-in-law, and two of the best grandmothers a person could ask for, one with me and one home with Jesus.

But, really, I’ve only got one mom. And that’s who this entry is about.

My mom is strong. She did raise me, after all. She’s faced both skin and breast cancer, not hiding behind a facade of fearlessness but waiting boldly on the Lord. She’s been through a lot but I’ve never seen her give in to a moment of self-pity. She’s a survivor and uses every opportunity to give God the glory.

We don’t always see eye to eye, but that’s because she taught me to think for myself and stand behind my decisions. She created her own monster. And, even though I drive her nuts sometimes, I think she’s ultimately pretty fond of me.

Most importantly, though, my mom introduced me to Jesus, and for this I will be eternally grateful, literally. I’d have found Him eventually but, thanks to my mom, I have an entire life that’s a testimony to the goodness and love of God.

I am a truly blessed. Thank you, Mom, for being you. I love you.