A lot goes into raising children, but’s that’s a book in itself. Proverbs 22:6 became my guideline, “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it” (KJV). I always like to refer to my three children as night, day, and somewhere in between. The first two are the night and day because they are total opposites in every way, although each has had their fair share of dark and light moments. The third child is somewhere in between, sharing some of the same characteristics of the first two, but also having his very own. Most importantly, though, is that each of them is a beautiful creation of God, and I am equally proud and honored to be their mom.
God still had lots of work to do on me, even though I was raising babies. One Easter morning when all three were very little, I was in my daughter’s room putting out her Sunday Easter dress when I happened to look out the window at our neighbor’s house. I saw our neighbor friend helping her mom into the house. Her mom was all bent over with osteoporosis, but she was there to spend Easter day with them. I sat down on the floor, bewildered, thinking, She still has her momma? Other friends that I knew who still had their mom’s raced through my thoughts. All these years, I’d thought I was in the majority, because growing up, I’d met so many other people who had lost their moms young too. In that moment, God revealed to me that I was not the norm; I was the exception! Most people still had their moms! God had allowed into my life people in the same situation as me. He did this for many reasons: comfort, encouragement, and understanding of how fortunate I still was. He also did it to give me this moment of seeing, through this revelation, how He is always in control and in charge. That Easter morning, He gave me a testimony I would grow to understand more and use for His glory! Thank you, heavenly Father, and give me all and any opportunity to use this testimony!
I share this excerpt from my book, Unraveled, Time to Tell, because of the holidays we celebrate this time of year. We just had Mother’s Day and we’re coming upon Father’s Day. We never realize how precious someone is to us until we don’t have them anymore. I ask you to hug your parents if they are still with you and if not, hug another special person in your life and be grateful. I learned to be grateful myself for the little time I had with my mom and for the many other people that were a loving comfort to me.
I thank God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy (Philippians 1:3-4 NIV).