“Momma.” I love that word! I love my momma. I’m no longer able to put my arms around her, kiss her, or tell her that I love her, but my love for her has not diminished since she went home to be with the Lord. I know the impact that mothers can have on the lives of their kids because I’m a living example. l want to honor not only my momma, but all of the moms who are with us today. I can’t speak for all of you. I can only share my own appreciation for my mom. Mom…
How can I even begin to thank you? You carried me around for nine months and never complained that I cramped your style. You welcomed me into this world with open arms. When I was totally and completely incapable of taking care of myself, you took care of me. If it was a diaper that needed changed, you changed it. If it was bed sheets that needed changed, you changed them. If you had a dollar for every time you had to clean up one of my messes you would have been one wealthy lady. Because you gave so much of yourself in caring for me, I am rich in love. Before I was ever able to fix myself a meal, you fed me from your own body. When I was unable to sleep in the middle of the night, you were the one who would sit up with me and rock me back to sleep while holding me in your arms. Throughout my life, when I cried out your name, “Momma!” you always came running. When I questioned myself, you reassured me. When I made bad mistakes, you corrected me in a way that never caused me to doubt your love. I’m much older now. Don’t get to see you or put my arms around you any longer, but I can still hear your voice and it is sweeter than a lullaby to a baby. Happy Mother’s Day.
Throughout history there have been many people who have been blessed with wonderful mothers. George Washington, the Father of our country, once said, “I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual, and physical education which I received from my mother.” The great evangelist, Dwight L. Moody said, “My Mother! All that is good in my life has come from my mother.” St. Augustine, the young man who lived the fast life while growing up in a Christian home only to become one of the greatest thinkers of the Christian faith later in life, praised the faithfulness of his mother. Augustine wrote, “It is to my mother that I owe everything. If I prefer the truth to all other things, it is the point of my mother’s teaching. If I did not long ago perish in sin and misery it is because of the faithful tears with which she pleaded for me.” Martin Luther King Jr. said that it was his mother who taught him that he was “somebody,” that he should never look at himself as inferior to anyone. Continue reading “A Mom After God’s Own Heart
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