Mother's Day

Hey everyone! This is Maggie. I just wanted to share something about my Mommy for Mother's Day.

I have so many memories of my mommy growing up. One of my favorites and probably one of the earliest memories that I have of my mommy is waiting for her to come sometimes in the evening for what seemed like hours, just so I could hug her. One thing that I will never forget is how she smelled…I always thought that she smelled wonderful. I think that this is my first clear memory of looking at her and thinking this is my mommy, and she is beautiful.

When I started writing about what my mom meant to me, I immediately thought, what can I say? How do I even begin to describe someone so amazing, so beautiful, someone so important in my life? Someone that taught me how to read and write? Someone who has shown me God’s love since I was very young?

I could only try to describe her. My mommy is very short. So short that I think that I was taller than her by the time I was 12. She has the prettiest blue eyes and the brightest smile. She has the type of beauty that can only come from years of service to God and selfless love to her husband and children. She has the type of radiant beauty that comes from the inside out.

When my sister and I were about 2 and 3 she started going to a small Wesleyan church in Frankfort, because she wanted my sister and I to grow up in a church. It was in this church that my mom dedicated her life to Christ. It wasn’t always easy for her because my Daddy wasn’t a Christian. He said that it was OK for her to take my sister and I to church but she would have to do it on her own, because he had no interest in going to church or in God. Every Sunday she would lug my sister and I and later my brothers to church by herself, while my dad slept in or went golfing. I think that most women would have given up, but not my mom. She clung to the verse Acts 16:31, “ Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.” My mom clung to this promise and prayed that my dad would someday find Christ.

I don’t think that I ever really appreciated or realized what a strong Christian my mom was when I was little. It wasn’t until I was a few years older that I realized how much my mom prayed for my family. She has this bible and inside on almost every page are the names of my Daddy, my brothers, my sister and I. She would find verses and promises in the Bible and claim them for each of us throughout the years.

After years and years of praying for my Dad he finally came to Christ and slowly one at a time after him each of us kids also came to Christ. That verse that my mom claimed and prayed about for years was finally fulfilled.

This journey has eventually brought us to where we are today. My whole family will soon be leaving to go to Brazil as missionaries. My dad who said he wanted nothing to do with God became an ordained Minster last weekend. The verse that we have claimed for our ministry is that same verse that my mom once claimed for our family. We hope and pray that we will be able to reach Obidos, Para, Brazil one family at a time.

My Mommy has faced many trials and at times I was the source of those trials. But despite these trials, my mother as remained firm in Christ. With each trial I have watched my Mommy grow stronger and more beautiful. The one thing that all this really comes down to is that I thank God for a wonderful mother. She is my hero. I am so blessed to have her as my mom and my friend. I doubt that I will ever became the women that she is, but I will never stop trying.

Lots of years have passed since I would stay up late, waiting to give her a hug. But those years have only increased my love and appreciation for her. In closing I would like to share some scripture that I have claimed for my mommy. Proverbs 31:28-29 says, “Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”